I wrote a poem for you to help…
To help explain the way I feel…
To help you understand me as a person.
But writing laid me open,
A scalpel that opened my heart…
A cut so deep you could see my innermost hurt,
So what will you do now?
What will you do now that you know more of me than I do?
This is a crossroads.
Choose what you must.
I can’t stop you.
In your hands I’ve given you everything.
All I ask is that you be gentle.
Whatever path you choose,
Know that my heart, beating,
Trusts what you must do.
This poem I wrote for you.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.