Cold and Heartless

Alone is so much better.
No one to get in the way.
No other opinions muddying the water.

No one else gets it.
No one can comprehend.
They are too slow,
Or couldn't understand.
I'll keep to my own,
And they to theirs.

So much simpler to rotate independently.
No chance of friction or fire.
No possibility of errant wrecks.
Safety, security.

Cold and heartless is not an
Evil thing, only a lonely thing.

Sadly, I can't be lonely anymore.
It's time to open up.
Let go of the past and open my
Heart to the possibilities of the future.
People are not there to
Stomp on my heart or
Reject me.

Cold and heartless must crumble.
It won't fall from outside
Influences, but from my own
openness.
Letting in, even one person,
Will break the barriers.

Soon the return of the child.
The happy, bright child with
Sincere smiles, yet with the balance
Of memory to truly appreciate the
Happiness of the moment.

Tears

Crying reminds me that I am alive.
The shuddering chest stirs my blood,
My heart torn asunder shows me that
It still exists.

Business, life, cynicism, the City
All work to remind you that
Being vulnerable is weak.
So quickly saddness is rejected
And forgotten.
Emotions are locked away safely
In an effort to control them.

Tears, so seemingly small,
Powerfully rip through the walls
Of protection.
Hard stone barriers disintegrate
As quickly as the tissue used
To wipe the moisture from your cheeks.

Crying is not to be feared,
But embraced.
You are alive!

Thunderstorms

So quick and intense
Passing by with fervent
Intensity.
Gone before they are really there.

Just like men.