Of Origins And Disappointments

I am here again,
Wiping my tears,
Calming my heart;
I am still reduced to tears,
By the kindness of strangers.

I was so young,
I was so mature,
Trying my hardest to carry a broken heart.
I vowed then, steadily, resolutely,
I could not afford to care so deeply.

Looking back, I am ashamed;
Of the love starved creature I was,
Why wasn’t I enough?
Why didn’t you stay?
Why does my heart still ache?

This is who I am now,
I tread lightly with my heart,
There is no longer abandon,
No more reckless exploration;
Of where I come from.