falter once more

You tell me that you love me, your words cascade like soft rain, gentle yet heavy with the weight of yesterday. I want to believe them, to step back into the light but shadows linger in the corners of my heart, reminders of broken promises, of voices echoing choices not our own. You let others sculpt your love, molding it to fit their idea of us, and I was left to sift through the shards of our past, trying to piece together what was lost. I've always loved you, even when the thunder rumbled the storms of doubt rocked our skies. Now I stand on the precipice of healing the air filled with the scent of new beginnings, and you reach for me, extending your hand once again. But what if the ground beneath is still made of glass, fragile and sharp, waiting for footsteps to falter? Fear wraps around me, like the chill of winter morning, the thought of us failing again, a ghost hovering just out of sight. Yet, the truth whispers soft, reminding me that love, when rooted in trust, can bloom anew Can we reshape this canvas, paint over the scars with colors of understanding, brush strokes of patience? Or are we destined to repeat the patterns of yesterday, trapped in a spiraling dance?