DEADLY MEN ZONE

 

Lord, don't bring me back to that place 

where there is someone whose hand I have to hold

But they cannot stand my face.

I am tired of repairing men that come my way.

Although I have learnt not to take it the hard way.

I do not want to experience it again.

You have sent me out here to carry crosses and burdens,

For once, I desire to go home to someone whose arms I can stay.

Who makes me laugh my tiredness away.

Who tells me to my face how beautiful I am

How I make the world a better place.

I am carrying such a heavy call.

I sometimes hate that I cannot just pick anyone.

My destiny is delicate, you know it needs a place that is safe.

So, I am asking again

Don't bring me that man who is yet to get over his ex's  betrayal

Don't allow me meet that man from a broken home

who is struggling to accept the injuries of old.

I don't enjoy applying balms to wounds anymore.

The balms burn my skin sometimes.

I need myself whole.

I have too many stabs and jabs,

my soul cannot take one more hole.

And You Know.

I just want someone who is home.

Not some deadly zone.