Reach

To reach out and touch Always seemed so much For this weary soul to achieve. A scarred, battered heart Inauspicious start Ever disinclined to receive. Mind riddled with doubt Puzzling it out P’raps soul, not mind must discern Heart imperfect too Good enough for you? History fills me with concern. Safety does not sate, In truth, suffocates. No longer comfort in reserve. Contemplate the reach Guardedly beseech All that which I doubt I deserve. Struggle with the fate Set down the old weight Challenge that which seems must be true. Not better off ‘lone, Old joints creak and groan Callused hands reaching out to you. 2/28/16