Word of the Day Challenge #79-Untitled Poem

Woven

fantasies

dreams

of what I really want.

I try to deny

pretend

that love is an idea

not anything I am meant for.

Pain deflected

sly smile

shuttered eyes

I have released hope

allowed it to sail away

never to come back.

This heart of mine

colored black

barb wired sharp

honed to strike

asp bite

bitter tears cried

why

where did it

do I go wrong?

Why when I peek

let my fantasies through

love is first on the list

to hold

to have

to be desired

that is all I…..

taking a hiatus

following a path of my own

what come shall be of my own making

no more running

no more fleeing

I am opening myself to everything.

©Dec. 28/19

Picture is my own