In the quiet glance you give me,
nothing can be misconstrued.
Desperately does my heart yearn
to embrace you within its folds,
yet still I keep you at arm’s length.
The knowledge of giving in
eats away at my poor defense,
as the promise of desired peace
fills the space between us.
Break down these walls I built,
destroy the fortress around my soul,
free me from this everlasting despair.
Grab ahold of me,
never let go,
even if I try to run away.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017