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Share...
But with whom?
On my knees I cry out to my Father.
Hope in my bosom keeps me strong.

Share.
Who on Earth could understand?
Who would willingly shoulder this burden of everything with me?
It is not a request that you be my everything,
Rather that I'm your something of import.
   
I would share if I thought you could handle it.
It is not that no one would or could.
Rather that so many times when playing the game of trust,
I've landed flat on my back.

The memory of my ass's pain makes me yet leery.
Hope deferred,
Trust rewarded with betrayal,
Holds me back.

If you knew all there was to know about me, would you still smile?
If the thoughts I think were on display would you still profess your love?
Perfect love casts out fear,
My love for humanity needs more proofing.
   
Perhaps I should force myself to share.
Steel is tempered by fire,
Perhaps my tin relationships could go titanium.
Looking into your eyes, I want to fall, and
I want you to be there to catch me.

I want you to see all of me and
Still catch me.
Catching me, hold me.
Love me.
Befriend me.
Cherish me.
Trust me.

Are you here to push  me to share?
I want to.
With you I want to trust that a blue sky could be green.
That the river of our love could rush up peaks.
With you I can believe the impossible.

I close my eyes and speak.
When they open you're still here.
In my dreams, you don't walk away.

Taking a deep breath, I put reality on trial.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012