Revolving Doors

I was innocent and naive.
A kitten still on mother's milk.
You were dark, mysterious and deep.
Your expertise read me, perchance to keep.

A hard driving rain,
crushes my delicate spirit.
Promises you made,
now drowned and torn apart.

I was once a lost babe
afraid to be in deep woods,
fragile as porcelain lace.
I slowly gained strength.

I don't think you thought of me.
What about you? I will move on.
You won't sleep without my embrace.
For you, life will be a thorny rose path.

Remember my honeyed kisses
My lap was your security blanket.
I am the one you needed,
when times were happy or rough.

I do not think you reflected at all.
It is a cold world out there
warm kisses and loving arms are rare.
Revolving doors aren't for you.

I will heal with time, strength is found with need.
I wonder if you will; my door is closed.
As you walk away,
I vow to replenish my soul.

By Kathie Stehr