Bound by chains of anxiety,

incarcerated by bars of fright.

Though I long to love, my nerves

I cannot fight. I long to be held,

I long for a love that would last.

But I am reluctant to open myself

because of happenings in the past.

When I try to over come my feelings,

when I think my moment of courage is near,

I am only met by resistence. I remain a prisoner of

fear.

Despite my longing for affection, and my

desire to be held, my feelings remain trapped.

I remain in my emotional cell. I watch as

others part-take in love, and I sadly shed

a tear. Longing so much to part-take in love,

but remain a prisoner of fear.