for why does the heart crave security
then toss it to the wind, ma cherie
like bread crumbs given to geese
for brokenness is a beating
like leftovers reheating
from the past, an ill-will still deceiving
she had never recovered
and forgave all the others
so love was harder to receive
but one day she stayed
against flesh, crawled out faith
believing love was kind & deserving
and despite inner struggle
of trust, tame & toggle
fear no longer dictated her chances