Walk with me so I can touch your heart

Our legs are the way we walk. They symbolize our ability to move towards a goal. When we aim desperately for something but fail, we may lose confidence in ourselves, and become afraid to try again.

Our hands are the way we touch. They symbolize our ability to touch other peoples’ lives. When we extend a helping hand but are bitten, we become hesitant to make new friends and trust in others.

Our ‘hearts’ are the way we love. It symbolizes, well, it symbolizes nothing. When we give our all and give all our love, but have our hearts broken, we become, least to say, wary of giving our hearts again.

These petty cuts,
These petty wounds.
They heal, they scar,
Then fade.

But not all cuts
Are petty.
Not all wounds
Are small.

Some do not heal,
Some do not fade.
But instead they intend,
To hurt and stay.

How do we live
With a cut on our legs?
Must we be reminded by pain,
Every time we move?

Maybe we should simply,
Stay static, motionless, and still.
Or perhaps we should pretend,
That the pain is not really there.

Or maybe we should stitch the wound,
As painful as it may be,
Inch after inch after inch,
Rather than be shackled, to the ground.

How do we live
With a cut on our hands?
Must we be reminded by pain,
Every time we touch?

Maybe we should simply,
Make do with the other hand.
Or perhaps we should refrain,
From shaking the hands of others.

Or maybe we should stitch the wound,
As painful as it may be,
Inch after inch after inch,
Rather than be shackled, to ourselves.

How do we live
With a cut on our hearts?
Must we be reminded by pain,
Every time we try to love?

Maybe we should simply,
Lock our love in a chest.
Or fool ourselves to believe,
That it was never love.

Or maybe we should stitch the wound,
As painful as it may be,
Inch after inch after inch,
Rather than be shackled, to a memory of the past.

And so we choose to stitch the wound,
Inch after inch after inch.
The needle and thread burns,
But soon, the wound is closed.

And ever so very slowly,
The cut begins to heal,
It leaves an ugly scar behind,
To remind us the past was real.

It reminds us that;
We once could not walk,
Once could not touch,
And once could not love.

But now that we can,
We do.