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Dedicated to MistyLocke for the amazing cover.

This is a poem about struggling to get past trust issues, and share your secrets just like everyone else.

A Running Heart

Why is it so hard to trust?

To unravel myself?

I watch as people laugh.

They connect.

I see someone whisper,

A secret,

A hint.

They make it look so simple,

So harmless.

I imitate.

I share.

I tell.

I whisper and unravel.

But why do I feel so bare?

Why do I feel as if my clothes were torn to pieces?

Making me naked?

Why do I run as soon as I share?

The fear haunts me.

It taunts me.

It whispers in my ear,

Swirls around me until it’s all I can hear,

As I watch them.

Share.

Tell.

Whisper.

It’s all I can hear.

I try

To connect.

People listen,

But I run.

It terrifies me,

I feel my heart pouring.

All of its contents on the ground,

Visible to the naked eye.

There’s no going back.

It’s out there to stay.

But they make it seem so simple,

So harmless.

Do they understand the danger,

The fear?

That comes with sharing?

With telling?

With whispers?

So how do they risk it?

How do they share?

While I try to pick up pieces,

Try to put my contents back within,

To crawl into the place where I dwell.

To fall onto my safety net.

When I tell,

I feel vulnerable.

Empty.

Seen.

What does it take?

To share?

To tell?

To whisper?