Hidden behind thy words, I heareth thy screams.

In thy eyes, I seeth a prisoner- lost and broken.

Never has't thee combated thy owneth mind. Thy owneth doubts.

Distance parts us, as doth my words;

Ruinous as a guttered blade were they-

As poisonous as the asp.

Now, the battle is thine no longer. It is mine own as well.

Come love, I sayeth to thee, but you cannot; I am mine own obstacle, for

Embers of misprise kindled by my words glow yet in thy heart.

A/N: The objective of this contest was to write an acrostic about anything related to obstacles of love. The word I picked was HINDRANCE and the poem is to say that the speaker's biggest obstacle in love were her own words and her lover's doubts after she rejected him once. Their pride here is their greatest hindrance.