Destination Destruction

If you touch my soul
Don’t expect me to disengage
Let me hold on tight
If you push me away
Give me a reason
I’ll burst like the balloon in my hands
It’s popped many times
Often when I’ve taken a stand
Only leading to tears
I’ve been dealt all my fears
When handing out the birthday cake
I should have eaten
Yet
Instead, I share
I still do
Left to wonder why giving
Means you are, taken.
Angela K. Crandall
©2/21/16

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