Cruel Pool Poem by Byantuyo Rahim

I tread lightly,
Afraid of the warmth that feels so fleeting.
The scars of my past whisper reminders—
"You were nothing but a fleeting convenience."

The trust I gave was shattered,
Like porcelain dashed against cruel, cold floors.
I drowned in a pool of my own tears,
Each drop a silent cry, unseen, unheard.

Yet here you stand,
A new sun threatening to thaw my frozen heart.
But can I let you in?
Or will you cast me back to that endless tide?

I beg you, don't.
Don't wield your kindness like a blade,
Don't take my brokenness as weakness,
Don't let my trust be the noose I hang myself with again.

I give you this fragile heart—
Handle it gently.
Show me the warmth I once feared was gone,
And pull me from the depths of sorrow's cruel pool.