Afraid to be Loved

 

Soft were his words; I love you,

an innocent prayer.
Raw and wounded, her cut was quick.
Heaven’s breath had found the hard wall of rage and echoed in the shadows of its cast.
Her fist raised… with a whimper;
not hard enough, nor compelling, nor convincing.
She felt not the breath of love, nor its radiant light, nor felt its embrace or eternal peace; only pending doom.
Safe alone in her womb, never to lose; never to love; trouble her not.

Love great; hurt greater, her false promise was her captor...

Unless love is true; asks for nothing; seeks nothing; gives infinitely;

Echoes unheard.