Your bag came packed to my door.
You offered several choices
And by the time you walked through
The contents was opened and relinquished
Unneeded on the floor.
Instead, and in spite of my initial resistance,
You offered your heart, wide open
And I in my shock, I let go
Of my bag, my resistance, my desire to say no.
The unknown offers so much
Choice, opportunity, boundlessness
That hearts which have been broken
Are not open always to embrace.
My brokenness hangs heavy
Tugging me towards aloofness
Tugging me away from reciprocating
A freely offered heart.
But in your eyes I feel the edges
Of my aloofness fizzle
And my heaviness lift
And in the patience of your offer,
I lift my eyes
And touch your heart and mine
Able to reciprocate at last.