My Unattainable Heart

I hold it close, I hold it tight
As I sleep it's stored away for the night
I fear exposing it to an uncaring world
I fear allowing pain to it engross it
I dread it being ripped, torn...completely broken
I deny it the chance to be handed to another
I know it is crazy and overbearing
A heart isn't meant to be hidden but built for sharing
Love is a part of the world I try to protect it from
Not just everyone but mainly for some
There is a light struggling to become free
To shine on my life and the many possibilities
The fear still remains, that hasn't changed
Though now there is a presence that is showing that he is worthy to feel that empty spot
That place left voided to grab hold of my unattainable heart

Me...

Tired, exhausted, fatigued, overwhelmed, anxious, frustrated, done...words that I refuse to use ever again. Survivor, fighter, solider, son, brother, uncle, nephew, grandson, friend, lover...titles I wear. Know that there are so many labels and so many titles that you are given... Just understand that there is one label that I've chosen for myself... Greg.