Don’t Fear What’s On The Other Side

The voices beckoned,

Demanding

He take

Another journey

Across the bridge.

He knew

His body was willing,

But

His heart

Might never

Again

Be ready.

He’d fortified the walls,

Doubled

His defenses,

And given

His vital organ

Ample time

To heal.

Time had taught him

That tempting

The Fates

Often meant

Picking up

The shattered pieces

Of his

Once

Promising

Life.

He was in no mood

For yet

Another round

Of jigsaw heart.

The voices reasoned

With him,

Reminding

The wounded hero

That quitters

Die alone.

They told him

Not to fear

What was on

The other side.

But could he trust them?

So often,

They’d led him

Astray,

Preying on

The hopeless romantic,

Who loved first,

And reasoned

Only when

It was

Far

Too

Late.

The sky

Looked as if

It were giving him

A warning.

How ominous,

How frightening,

How tempting.

Like love,

The sky

Summoned him,

And he

Obediently answered

Its siren call.

Across the bridge

He strode.

Only time

Will tell

If the voices

Have finally

Been kind

To the

Oft

Wounded

Warrior

Of Love’s Battlefield…