The Risk

Scars are just scars, they don't hurt anymore, 
But they make me scared to open a new door, 


I cannot imagine, to risk my heart,
If it broke again I would fall apart,


My head is screaming at the very thought,
To risk goes against all I have been taught,


My heart longs to be loved, so tenderly,
To be seen as I am, and loved just for me,


But to love is to risk, to get hurt once more,
How my instinct screams just to close the door,


My heart and my head in a constant fight,
Between the safety of surrender, and the risk of the right,


God please help me to trust again, 
So that one day I can let another in.