What if I let you see the thorns
That sit silently in this heart
Or the needles that painfully poked me
To loss for words?
What if I revealed the the blood tainted
Tears that have sat for ages like a
Stagnant
Pond baring deadly bugs?
What if the scars you see are much deeper
Than you can bare to imagine
Or
Dare to understand?
What if the hands that hold you
Still bleed from blades of yesterday?
What if the heart that loves you
Still holds pain of rejection?
My love,
That is surrender of my heart
To your heart .
~Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
We all have hidden wounds from the past, and yet we love…
Beautifully written. There is always a fear of opening up because of the fear of losing the one you love but how can one love without completely opening up…
“What if the scars you see are much deeper
Than you can bare to imagine?”
“What if the hands that hold you
Still bleed from blades of yesterday?”
Powerful! Sharp and dangerous,…like the steady gaze of a mother…into the eyes of one who hints to harm her sleeping child.
Beautiful !