Take My Fear

(Me Growing Up 2)

Here is me in my body
tiny sparrow on the palm of a king
After what I’ve read, you still expect me to believe your love, I ask
and you, ruler of this world, close your fat fingers over me
All there is left now is song
clipped syllables stutter through hoarse throats unheard by all but you, king
You who know my weakness my needs my fears though I didn’t willingly share
I can’t get reception here
and any light that flows from my heart is funnelled to you
There must be a dimmer remote in your pocket
or my light would explode your greedy belly
I’m no longer convinced by these tricks
having been prisoner of the dark long enough to see your mirrors


Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently working on another one. I’m a childhood sexual abuse survivor. I write fiction and poetry focused on themes of CPTSD, trauma, grief, healing and the light that comes after the darkness. I love Jesus. Jenn McKay

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