A poem from the past

I wrote this poem many years ago; but in the last year, it became even more significant in my life.


It scares me sometimes
I may not be strong enough
to always love you,
to always shield you
from all the madness,
anger and scorn.

It scares me
when I cradle you in my arms
and look into those beautiful,
loving eyes,
your sweet face,
and I don't have all the answers.

My heart reaches out
to stroke your soft cheek.
My soul reaches out
to caress your body.

You--my friend, my love
my dearest joy--
I am afraid of failing you.
How can I be your hero
when I need you so much?