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
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