Holding your hand gives
Me such a comfortable
Feeling, life seems bright.
It does not matter
How it is we find our way,
Roses bloom in Spring.
I am so inept
Very much out of my depth,
Dancing timid steps.
I seclude myself
When I pour my heart out loud,
Winter birds still sing.
Fear like a jacket
Slips around all the things thought,
Canceling progress.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
