I'll concede there is
Joy in
Sex
Even concede it is
Possible to find more
Joy than
Grief
     
But I found so much
Grief when I was
There
Unable now to
Risk any more grief
No matter how much
Joy can be found
      
Probably would be the
Best thing I
Could do
But I'm
Incapable of
Chancing
Sex again
      
Wonder if the
Memories of terror
Will ever pass
Ever be able to
Open up the windows
Come out of my
Shell
     
Wish I could at least
Remember the
Joys
Know there were moments but
They're painted
Over by the black
No light comes in
      
Even those moments were
Filled with
Fear
Wondering when the
Next attack
Would
Come
      
Maybe someday
Someone will
Come along
Willing to be patient
Teach me
About the
Joys
     
Maybe someday
Time will
Heal me
Able once more to
Open that
Door for
Myself
     
Maybe it'll all
Keep on
Keeping on
Remain the hermit
Throughout all my
Remaining
Days
      
Who knows what
Awaits
Tomorrow
All sorts of possibilities
Each of us
Reborn again each
Morning
       
No matter what
Happens
Though
I've found happiness
Become content in
What is
Now

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