See
I turn on the lights
to scare away all the ghosts
of my troubled past.
More or less.
The lights are already on, but I can feel my old fears and insecurities hiding in the shadows and under the couch.
Even though I can’t see down there, the dog senses them too, and he gives a low growl as a warning not to come out.
As we grow closer, and our defenses drop, then the risks of getting hurt grow bigger and more numerous.
I cannot completely forget the failings and pain of the past, nor can I just cross the street to avoid confronting them.
Each step forward is also a step higher; and a farther potential fall.
Is there broken-heart insurance?
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and ‘fraid-of-the-dark-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you check under the bed, email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those shadow-side-syllables for all eternity.
