Introduction to the function

of life from the conception of conduct.

His caress catches me off guard.

Wanton to stay in his embrace.

Yet my inner scars compel me to flee.

Does he get me?

Does he see my plea?

Forever  etched into my life –  part of  my unforgettable history.

Scared to be loved for fear of the ‘let down’.

Don’t condemn a man to exile without giving him the chance

to make up for past hurts betwixt by fear.

Is its so hard to believe in my inner beauty?

No wonder  I can’t fathom if I have something to offer

without waivering.

Constantly wondering if I have what it takes to make me believe in

love.

I am the walking dead caught in a blizzard

Desperately trying to believe warmth lies in the body of another.