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Scrapbook poems My heart is entrapped within its cage,
with snares and mines and such to keep it safe.
Keeping it contained.
Keeping me contained.
The heart is a very dark organ,
but that is the least of my worries.
Can you save me from the darkness of my being?
Can I even be saved?
I myself have seen this darkness,
Felt its taint on my skin.
It is my own creation and now
I must fight that battle,
Alone and silently.
So not to draw attention from those
Who might become invloved in this struggle.
My struggle.
I will fight alone,
Until I find one I can trust
I will keep myself
In the center of my minefield
Where I am safe.
Where I am held in waiting
As I fight my darkness ruled self.
