Are we in love?2

Are we in love?

Every day I ask myself this
as I look at your picture.

Are we in love?

What I feel,
it sits on the back shelf
dusty and tired
like an antique candlestick;
as everyone forgets how it lead the way.
Burnished bright,
it longs to shine
but I cannot bring it forth
for I cannot make a claim
at this time.
My heart it has been attacked
time and time again
until never shall I allow it free
for fear of the pain it will bring to me.
I love you.
I adore you.
But the words will not be spoken.
Not from my lips
to your ears,
for I could not shoulder dark desolation
when you did not return the favor.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 9/17

Winter’s Embrace

I have come so far
on feet of ice
and with heart
encased.

So tired of this burden.
I want to put it down
to rest for but a moment
before I continue forward.

I am afraid of you
afraid of what you offer.
For once before I sought comfort
only to be turned away.

How can you hold your hand out?
You know nothing of my past.
Nothing of pain,
the likes of which I carry.

I wish I could trust
I wish I could know
if what you offered
would melt my heart and soul?

I want to feel spring’s caress.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen
November 7/17