Scrapbook poems

My heart is entrapped within its cage,

with snares and mines and such to keep it safe.

Keeping it contained.

Keeping me contained.

The heart is a very dark organ,

but that is the least of my worries.

Can you save me from the darkness of my being?

Can I even be saved?

I myself have seen this darkness,

Felt its taint on my skin.

It is my own creation and now

I must fight that battle,

Alone and silently.

So not to draw attention from those

Who might become invloved in this struggle.

My struggle.

I will  fight alone,

Until I find one I can trust

I will keep myself

In the center of my minefield

Where I am safe.

Where I am held in waiting

As I fight my darkness ruled self.

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