Open Letter

Sir,

You
make me whole
you make me feel safe
you some times scare me
make me feel vulnerable
mostly in my heart, a beat up bruised
used heart
but
sometimes of my own mortality
but you've made me trust myself
to put my neck in your grip
my breath at your mercy
in this surrender i have achieved
much healing
you have stuck my head right into the lion's cage
and put me face to face with sharp fangs and big mouths
you found a little girl in a woman's body
and are helping her grow up
you know i hate poems
and this isn't one
"illegitimi non carborundum"
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