The Beaten Path
Without heartbreak, half of poetry would cease to exist.
The path to my heart is no paved highway.
The miles of gravel roads and speed bumps
Scare away the most determined of travelers.
Now all that remains of a road is a dirt path overgrown with doubt.
Few believe there is reason to travel a path this abandoned.
So my heart sits,
Waiting and dreaming for someone to take the risk.
You were the first to travel this path.
To brave the rough edges and dangers.
With prize in hand you head back out to into the world.
But once again the path becomes rocky and unstable.
This time you fumble my heart
Turning your back on it and running away.
Now my heart waits
Concealed again by a forest of insecurities and fear
For another traveler willing to brave the untamed path
To my broken heart.
(2009)
