My cloak of defence
wraps around me,
covering my sensitivity,
protecting it
from the knives and daggers
thrust at me,
by careless hands,
as they threaten to expose
my raw flesh,
leaving my wounds visible
to the naked eye,
at risk of infection
from thoughtlessness.

And yet, I let you see,
not all, but more than most,
I feel less need to shield myself,
this place ,
this possible safety of existence,
builds up my immunity.
I may yet again be strong.

Copyright @2020 Lily Lawson

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