You are my most precious of pearls,
yet I am to release you unto the world.
I don’t want to trap you in the confines of childhood–
no, I want you to run and be free–
or to use your innocent gaze to fill my own heart–
not display your love for all to see.
But do you see this marked and hardened shell?
I want only to protect you from all that would scar and mar,
from all that would tear apart your heart.
I would keep you here but you have cracked open
my life and all that was hidden there–
revealing the deeper pain beneath those outward marks.
How am I to teach you to be free when all in this world scares me?