I am the one who …
I am the one who holds tight to the memories of the past.
I keep them safe in the torn pockets of my out grown coat.
I am the one who is always afraid – fear overwhelms me.
I am the one who paces at night – always sleepless and
wandering in the dark.
I am the one who dreams themes I do not understand and
wakes crying.
I am the one who feels responsible for the neglectful, troubled
adults.
I am the one who is froze and can’t defend myself.
What do I have to give you?
What do you want from me?
I can give you the key to forgiveness – you only have to except
it and not place it in your torn pockets.
