Sean Redenbaugh

Poetry

Embattled Heart

It seems that every path I take is intersectingWith another headed off to breach the wallOf faded fears and insecuritiesHolding back with overbearing fear of fall

And I can only look from where I standDown the many roads that meet my ownAnd see off in the distance virgin landsThat forever will remain to me unknown

For I am filled with two distinctive wellsOne filled with all the innocence of rainThat begs me not to fall under the spellsThat creep beneath the other filled with pain