In the deepest part of me,
the truth resides.
It’s prickly thorns ready
to ward me off,
keeping me away from it
either for a good or not so positive reason
but still I peek at it.
Surreptitiously across the heavily populated
caverns of my mind.
Meanwhile, his figure moves around
the fields of my awareness.
Every day the feeling gaining in strength
that there might be,
may be,
possibly could be,
a chance.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017