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I'M a Risk:

When my tears fall like glass mirrors about to break will you catch them? When my head spins and my emotions are thrown around like politics opinons will you help me? What about when my chest burns because my heart breaks slower than winter ice. Will you hold me? Or shove me away and watch me disenagrate under your scrutiny? These things I don't know about you and I don't know if I'm willing to put my shreads of dignity on the line to test your reliablity. I'm a risk. You will be accepting fifty percent of a woman. The other half lies in his blood stained hands. Can you accept this or will you walk away and fade into the camflouge like the rest?

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Roxanna Johnson

Date: 4/10/2011 2:45:00 PM

Thanks to everyone who comments and gives the motivation I need at times to keep writing(:

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 4/10/2011 10:04:00 AM

What a heartfelt write this is, Roxanna, I especially like your first line, so vivid--

James Foulk

Date: 4/8/2011 8:38:00 PM

a sad read, touches my heart. there is a old saying that you may of heard. if you break up with your boy friend or girl friend they are like a bus, just wait longer enough and another will come along. thank you for reading The Old Train Depot and for your comment. when my first wife left me, i thought it was the end of the world, then i met my second wife, and we have been married almost 41 years now.

Louis Rams

Date: 4/8/2011 5:32:00 PM

you may be fragile and full of pain but a 100% woman just the same.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 4/8/2011 12:10:00 PM

I can feel the pain you have undergone, Roxanna

Roxanna Johnson

Date: 4/8/2011 11:04:00 AM

thanks

Black Eyed Susan

Date: 4/8/2011 9:54:00 AM

I like how this is challenging in the end, and your word choice of camoflauge.I'm also partial to how your "heart breaks slower than winter ice," although the beginning of that line tripped me up at first, the "what about." Although I personally like stanzas and/or rhymes, this poem overall, displays a depth of feelings and thoughts without it.

Manouchka Doreus

Date: 4/8/2011 9:36:00 AM

i love this because i've experienced something similar to this recently