The next time, she thinks, the next time
I won’t be a fool.
But, the chances are good, she will be fooled again,
and again, and yet, again.
An honest heart cannot remove the hope of something better,
So, she will again be fooled and twisted up and down
She will begin again to have her heart hardened.
The fence will grow again for a time,
then retreat it will.
Once she is ready, once she is open again.
Until then, her heart will be consumed
Hope that she won’t be that fool that she knows