Me or rather how I think
I
In the quiet moments I am scared
Of created reality of all I feared
Being attached leads to more loss
I need to cling like the rock with moss
II
Too many losses burnt my trust
Commitment leaves a scarred crust
This permeates my every breath
Grief processing absence left me bereft
III
I am scared for what is clawed back
Losing any single inch of them & that
This fear threatens all I seek to…
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