Murmur

Do my scars and
Softness scare you
Are you searching
For the nearest exit door
Does the truth I speak
Hurt your ears
The light I shed
Illuminate your fears
Wanting more
Is not a bad thing
I always plan to leave
With more than I bring
I have settled for too long
To accept anything less
To keep this heart
Satiated
Beating
And
Alive
In my chest...
~Amber Comber