~Esther Mitchell, 2013~
If I died today,
who would cry for me?
If I disappeared,
who would notice I was gone?
Who’s left to rescue me,
from a past not dead and gone,
and drive away the demons,
who stalk me in the night,
alone with cold echoes of hollow regret?
If I was stolen away,
who would fight to find me, bring me back?
If I tore open my deepest heart and leapt,
who would be waiting to catch me?
Who’s left to stand beside me,
shoulder-to-shoulder against the uncompromising world,
with love and faith in me,
no matter the obstacles or odds?
I fear most of all,
the failing may be mine.
I fear that being able to love humanity,
is not the same as trusting another’s love again.
I fear most of all the opening of my inner self, my heart and soul,
of trusting another to accept me as I am, despite my many scars and flaws.