We were perfect strangers Who would meet once a week Same time, same place Where I go off loaded my inner thoughts My deep inner fears I am allowed to be vulnerable I am allowed to be a child at times I am allowed to be scared I am allowed to be safe I am allowed to regress into a child Until I could salvage Until I could make sense of xx Until I could make sense of an unkind world I learnt to acknowledge I learnt to hold back I learnt to let go I learnt to be true to myself Until I could walk away Knowing I could revisit Unresolved luggage The next time
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