Five Minute Friday: Risk

I'm joining the Gypsy Mama for her Five Minute Friday Challenges. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. No editing, no back peddling. We take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids. On Fridays we write like we believe we can fly. Won’t you join us? Today's subject: Risk. 

If I show you my heart, if I opened it and let you in to all the secret places, would you still love me?

Because you see, with everyone I meet, this is the question I hold in my heart.

Would you cringe at the fear and pain, still untouched, waiting to be healed? Would you balk at my brashness or my passion? Would you judge me needy, or worse, cold?

Would you understand all the complexities that make me...well, me? All the dichotomies and juxtapositions, all those quirky nonsensical qualities...would I be too much?

This is my greatest fear, to risk it all and end up wounded and writhing on the floor from another rejection. Could I get up again? And what if you disappointed or hurt me? Could God knit me back together again? Could my heart hope to love again? Is love worth the risk?

Because love is risk. 

It's exposing, vulnerable, authentic, and most of all a choice. We choose to risk ourselves. To choose to not do so is to succumb to a lonely life. A half life.

And I think the heart is only really alive when it's exposed.  Hidden away, it wilts out of neglect and sadness. A half life indeed.

So bravely, step by step, I open myself up. This is new and scary and every feeling in between.

But given the choice between risking love and a solitary life...

If I do end up like humpty dumpty? This girls horses and King can put her back together again. 

Because Love always wins.