The Secret Letters – 2 by Samus-Merid

From storm to storm, sunrise to footfalls in darkness,
Amid the peace that has flowed across the open lands of my world,
There is always the shadow waiting, outside of the light,
And this time, it’s a thought that shapes my fears.

The world has changed, my world has changed,
I am not the same person I was a year ago,
My mind is open, and the gardens of my soul flourish to bloom,
And I begin to realize that my heart is closed.

And it would be easy to brush it away as a trifle matter,
But it feels as if the heart that once was full… has died,
And has dried away into dust and darkness,
And yet remains so fragile, that the wings of a butterfly can stir it to chaos.

Maybe I fear to open my heart because of the agony of my last memory of its life,
Maybe I fear that my heart will over power all of me again,
Maybe I know that my fears are true,
Or maybe it is the truth I fear most.

Truth is always the hardest thing to accept,
And I find it hard to live a life with truth,
But I also find that there is no other way,
To truly be happy.

And so I wait, once again,
For the right time for unlock the gates to the gardens of my heart again,
Or maybe for the time, I am meant for love,
So these closed grounds lie is waiting, for the day for life and love to grown once more.