it is a stretch
for me to reach out
across
this shifting distance
this shaky ground
hand extended
toward you
a journey
across a deep chasm
for me to say
aloud
even in a whisper
I need
I want
I do not like
to need
to want
to admit any
vulnerability
any Achilles heel
my rigid armor
my titanium shell
shields
isolates
protects
separates
to remain
in this self-imposed
exile
leaves me
at the bottom of the
well of loneliness
which no rope
of any length
can reach
my breathing
is loud
here
it echoes
darkness is
a presence with
texture
to emerge
holding my bleeding heart
naked soul exposed
edges fluttering
in this icy wind
is a risk
that shakes me
to the core
this is the rock
and the hard place
© 2017 & 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
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Christine Ray – Paradox of Fear and Hope
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On a similar theme: https://cabbagesandkings524.wordpress.com/2016/11/02/walls-a-fable-in-a-scifi-ish-sort-of-mode-nablopomo-2016-2-of-30/
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You write such beautiful and soul touching poetry.
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You are so kind to say so Carol. I just try to tell the truth.
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You keep it real and down to earth and write so beautifully. You are kindly welcome. ❤
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wow
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Thank you!
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Such a powerful and deep poem
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