Perhaps Then

 I begged the universe

to allow me to surrender

to your love proclaimed,

to your promises of bliss

that are alluring

and cause me to feel

the me who is,

the me who hides,

broken and

in fear of being hurt,

abandoned.

I cried out to the universe

to allow me to accept

your displays of devotion

and apparent truthfulness

of your words, but

the universe did not respond.

Or did it?

Perhaps its silence

was telling me to

rely on my instincts,

to take risks,

to trust the clarity and power

of your intentions.

Perhaps then I’ll be able to

take in all that love

you claim to feel for me.

Perhaps then I will

experience a different

passion,

calm and profound..

Perhaps then this

gnawing emptiness

and fear that cripples

will go away.