The Giant

Tainted Potential
How tightly the ribbon that bonds
Can weave instead in defense,
At the slightest of upset.

I yearn for connection,
Open, honest communication,
of souls
Yet I am a giant
Trying to open a locket.

The gentlest touch
crushes its delicate clasp.

Left with a broken object,
I hold it out to more capable hands.
Though it may be repaired,
It will never be new again.