Tess Lockhart
You touch something deep within me
long walled off by disappointment.
Somehow you plunge beneath my ugly vows
to never allow myself to be truly touched
again by a man who will only trap and betray.
Like water from the ocean's tide
storms sand castle walls,
you have overrun my carefully constructed defenses
and I am undone with tears
flowing out from years of fortressed sadness
to meet the big surf
where all is broken down and renewed.
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