#WritcoPoemPrompt122
Someone has asked you a question,
That feels far too personal,
It's only a first impression,
You might be completely wrong and irrational,
The seeds of a potentially great conversation is planted,
But we're locked in, sequestered.
In most cases, to be fair, no harm whatsoever is intended,
but loneliness is a cocoon we've mastered.
How can we be loved truly when we remain a mystery?
Past experiences indeed define us, it's been chaotic healing from trauma,
Apparently, if we want to, all of that hurt can be history,
We can fix up, forgive, heal, let go of all that drama.
It's easier said than done but it's always worth it.
The best things in life are free,
This stranger curious about all great things about me,
Heart is so frail, don't hurt me I pray,
Hey Stranger, be patient... just stay.

© Olatunde Gbenuola