All Within My Grasp

I could grasp it.

It's there, in plain view, in front of my face.

My only resistance;

fear.

If I make it known, then I am the one that is truly vulnerable.

I shouldn't fear it.

I should embrace it.

The thought remains,

If I take my heart out of the lock box,

and put it back on my sleeve,

Then it is no longer in safe keeping.

I'm trying not to be cold,

but it just feels like how I should be going about this.

A great life enigma that will forever plague my existence.