Sunday, March 25, 2012

Writing those things

To go there.  To touch them.  To feel you all over and in me.  You told me to go away, get out.  Decades of protection kept that from ever happening and in my most vulnerable hour I get shut out.  Why do I want to let anyone in?  Only for my own health and sanity can be the only good enough and reason of all reasons.

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