Wednesday 22 May 2019

The wolf at the door.

Surging want to run, shift course, a get out quick clause long embedded. Uncomfortable closeness rendering weak...vulnerability uncertain of an emerging safe place, its reality, probability. Unused and new, I'm lost for what to do, how to be here, only volitional escape known. Murmurs of stifled breath, heavy weighs the courage to remain, pursuit of proof lost in soaring, unwilling to land. I may be wounded or I may not, what to lose when never loved found is the ground I have walked my life through?

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