My heart is closed in
a grimacing, dark shell that
can't be opened.
Poignant places and pain
sealed away in my stronghold
so damned impenetrable.
The light that shines bright
on my sunken-in heart is
your waving, fair hair.
I feel deep within
a large beginning crack like
a new chick hatching.
In this brand new life,
I am terrified, for gloom
is my perpetual.
Your grace and presence
softens my deepest core to
a soft, orange pulp.
I hope you can mold
my feelings of inward mush
as you see fit,
For the words escape
my twisted teeth attempting to
speak through the silence.
I cannot offer
riches, charisma, or a spare
intelligent thought.
Instead, my gift is
my formless, feeling nature
for the very first time.
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