Original Poems

Vulnerable

How hard the moments are, in life,
When we are vulnerable, exposed;
The doors which we approach, concerned
That we’ll forever find them closed

How strange the heart. It strives and yearns
For others: striving, yearning, too;
The look that freezes, touch that burns —
To strive is all that we can do

Because we know the chance is there
To turn the troubled times to glad:
And we can’t know today when there
Will be no other chances

To be had

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