Jan 4, 2013

Opened my eyes (a little while ago)
and allowed the realization
that so many years ago
the tender me learned
to raise my arms
bent and clenched
rigidly close to my chest
my only idea of how
to fend off the pain.

Carrying myself so tightly
created an aching way
of choking reality
through closed fists
that hurt could be sifted out
but what passed through
my bloodied fingers
was painted cold and frightening
by my vigilance.