Torn

Torn 

From the go between what I thought was right and what knew was true. A steel hole was punched, filled with unconditional love and infinite support. 

But the steel ached. 

I resented the steel and cradled the love, boundaries pushed. I wrapped roses so sweet and thorn covered wire around my steel, my worthless protection. 

But now. My wilt roses, soft and purposeless next to the empty steel, still aching without worth.