Leaving Home
leaving home
tell tales of courage
hope and faith my
mind will not hold these
sliding thoughts tonight.
tonight I am afraid
it has been growing
in my gut all day
tying myriad knots
like a crazed boy scout.
I am afraid with no surcease
it is paralyzing me
binding me into the woman
I do not know.
write, write,
scribble her out
it is my only way of
battle, expose the witch.
fear is corrosive
and scuttles through
my night an alien
awaiting me tomorrow.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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