It’s not like i can’t take being tough.

Or someone being rough.

It’s not like I am so fragile I will break.

It’s just I am getting tired of holding things at arms length.

My senses have grown fatigued

Waiting for a battle that might just be the end of me.

My defenses have laid to rest

From lack of will I guess.

I think I am ready to rest a while.

I would love to wallow in love.

It is all I have been thinking of.

Breathing,

While my heart is beating.

All the while I am healing

Wrapped in a cocoon shielded from the storm

That rages within and without.

Myself invisible to those who come around

With malice in their hearts.

And when I am ready to emerge,

The pain and sadness purged,

Nothing will be able to penetrate

What my soul light

Was able to

Create.