A Thought

I once had a friend,
Who drained all of me.
Who drank until fully sated,
But left me dry.
Is it easier to find another,
Rather than cherish the one
You have been given?
And what happens
When you've drained the last one.

How do I replenish my soul
Or allow my heart
To be refilled
With the substanceof life
When doubt hides
And lurks in my subconscious.

Will doubt transform to fear
Will feaar prevent me
From finding what I need
Or... will trust grow again
And the past just provide
Better guidelines
For the future.