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