feeding the geese

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