For now I remain yielding to your Love
Written with compassion for people who are broken shells. They've chosen the Darkness instead of the Light. It reminds me of the scene in "Under the Tuscan Sun" when Sandra Oh's character, Patti, talks about shell people.*
But... I believe that there is Hope... So my poem reflects a different outcome! Yield to Love. Blessings.
For now I remain yielding to your Love
By Michelle Morris
20/09/2024
Strip the flesh from my bones
Leave me naked and vulnerable
But don't ask me to say "I love you"
Because my heart is closed and miserable
Therein lies a coldness
Too many winters left heartbroken
Too many lies and secrets
Hidden in closets that they own
I guess I accept the truth of it
That I lost myself at the crossroads
I took the path of least resistance
And ended up losing my Soul
Numb to the core, my marrow is ice
My blood not stirred by lust or beauty
No precious creature will lure me in
For I remain aloof and distant
But then I met you
And everything changed
I felt the foundation of my world rocked
Like quicksand with no retreat
I couldn't go backwards
I couldn't move forwards
Like a piece on a chessboard
Checkmate declared for good
What am I to do with you?
What am I to do with these feelings?
You're getting inside my heart, my mind
My Soul is begging for our union
My body starts to tingle and warm
I'm thawing and the avalanche begins
Your presence stirs wants and needs
Is it possible that I will give in?
Ah, but strip the clothes from my skin
Leave me naked and vulnerable
Ask me to say "I love you"
And your warmth and tenderness will win
Therein lies my dilemma
Too many springs left in my future
I can envisage them with you
Hidden in files of fantasy and musings
I guess I accept the truth of it
That I'm finding myself at the crossroads
If I take this path with you
I'll end up reclaiming my Soul
Now warmed to the core, my marrow is melting
My blood stirred by lust and beauty
You're the precious creature that has lured me in
For now I remain yielding to your Love
© Michelle Morris, 2024
*
"I think you're in danger... of never recovering. You know when you meet one of those empty-shell people and you think, "What the hell happened to you?" Well there came a time in each one of those lives where they were standing at a crossroads... Some place where they had to decide to turn left or right. This is no time to be a chicken * Francis."
Copyright © Michelle Morris | Year Posted 2024
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