I wear a shirt of patchwork fears
Lovingly layered with trembling fingers
Patch by patch,
To hold me safe and warm.
Safe is a place beyond the reach of pain.
Beyond the reach of cold winter mornings
Where each breath burns the lungs with life.
Beyond the reach of summer sunshine
Baking my bones to the marrow with its fiery passions.
Beyond the reach of every stumble and ache,
Every fall and cut,
That might teach me to be better,
Might teach me to feel…
I want breathe chill and crisp breaths in the heart of winter.
I want to burn with passion in the swelter of summer sunshine.
If life brings pain,
So be it.
No more wrappings of raggedy fears.