Too Easily I Am Wounded

Torned by random runs. With a direction unspecific. Split between continuing, On a path thick. And ladened with unknown obstacles. Keeping faith does not make my fears go away. I pray to limit my steps. I take deep breaths to correct. I slow my pace not to waste on hasted regrets, Too familiar and too long to undo. To prove I too can be hardened. Although torn by random runs pursued... I make sure I stay in shape. To prevent a complete breakdown, Of emotions. I have shakened awake from heartbreak. Past mistakes I created. To eventually forgive. Heal and pardon. I am perhaps too distrusting, I will invite another. To allow a discovery... I am vulnerable. And I can not escape from it. Too easily I am wounded.