Thursday, November 4, 2010

PAD 4- Containment

Hold me.
Enfold me.
Keep me safe.
I begged my mother.
I begged my lover.
I begged my God.
Hold me.
Enfold me.
Keep me safe.
I promise myself yes.
I promise myself always.
I promise with each breath.
I hold me.
I enfold me.
There is no safe.

Victoria Hendricks
November 4, 2010

1 comment:

  1. Sobering for me. That last line is a jolt. There is no safe. That is what is true and real but I fight against the thought still. Love this, Victoria.

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