Sanctuary; Timid Heart

Talking to people is commencing culture shock, A metal rod am I, resisting the thunder shock, My heart has a gate that says “stop”, Isn’t it a door with 4 sad locks: The 1st says, the future failure of heart breaks, The 2nd says, the leaps of faith that I couldn’t take The 3rd says, my tears that could form a lake, The 4th says, the soon breathless “goodness sake”, that forsakes Vast thinking, see over the horizon & sunset, Taking chances is like the lottery, playing Russian Roulette, A chance is an attempt to fail or the opposite way, an unthought bet, Nevertheless still I will try; I owe my heart something, an unbought debt, My heart lunges into the open trafficked road, Who can consider it not a haiku, though an ode? Are my feelings dry ice wanting to be melted away? This world has a ruling in choices, I have no last say. I am a blood clot, Love? I have not.