Chicken

I read a thing, it spoke to me.
Tattooed my heart, with a thought, a feeling.
To late I read it, vulnerable, weak?  
Maybe strong, in ways I do not know?
Vulnerable but resilient?
It spoke of sounds bellowing, descending,
of chances forever extinguished.
It spoke of accepting love lost in passing,
of untrusted will, un-retractable truths.
And it yelled at me, of a sadness, a feeling.
Tore at me, hints, maybe truths, a heart in pain.
A pain I’m helpless against.  Toothless.  Useless.
To big to fight. To much to heal.
I couldn’t talk, I was too scared.  Fearing mistakes,
or misread intentions.
Couldn’t even embrace, too many taboos.
No way to comfort or share
Too many stupid rules, rules I make and make myself follow.
So I'm sorry, I should have been more when you needed more.
I should have been better,
I should have been braver.