Sunday, 19 January 2014



FEAR (II)


I fear that arms
Will hold tenderly
Or cuddle affectionately
This… this
This
battered body
Housing this
Tortured soul.

I fear that again
Another
 will face disdain;
That knee-jerk-reaction
To warmth.
The urge to flee
Or retreat, at best
Freeze or scream.
When he touches me

I fear that
I am seared!
For love I’ve no tears
To give or receive
Yes!
Scars from years
And abuse from dears
left me with fears