Skin delicate as a flower
Healing superficially
Protruding double edge scars
Protecting a soft
Broken beauty with a will of wanting
Sat rabid inside a vulnerable shell
Some cut my tissue
Scrape away at my flesh
Seeking the weakness within
Ignorance unearths deep foundations
Critical echoes erects towering walls
Creating an impenetrable field of solitude
Only passable through invitation
Even then,
Trespassers alarm the mind to traitors
If chosen and elected to intrude
Tread carefully with your voice
Step lightly with decision
Once warmth is shared, please I beg
Don’t break trust, heart, or soul
For the shield of hope will cease
Convincing the body of spirit
To internally combust
Collapsing inward upon itself
Chris Chant Poetry 