The Restless Poet

To be unchosen in a world that announces it loudly creates quiet wounds. Unchosen may not be appropriate as having been chosen for acts of misdeed has created the chasm I have found myself in. Perhaps it is feeling fearful of never being truly loved.

I’ve stood guard in order to protect what minuscule scraps of worth I’ve carried with me over the years. I seemed to have misplaced many of them in the last few months. Love is one- sided for me. I do not fear not being loved. I fear not being allowed to show my love. If I shut myself off from the world, I close the openings to be myself. Choices.