Lines

Something has changed, something permanent

I no longer feel empty, apathetic and cold

The strength of complete and utter solidarity 

Does not beckon me from depths 

Of the warmth and terror of feeling

Odd that I would manifest 

Into who I am 

Of something resented

With all the being that I was

Little as it emerged

Up from a place of fright

Insecurity, need of over protection

Myself to guard a helpless child

Of my young self

Too innocent, 
Too vulnerable

Incapable to realize
All the actions taken against

I cut, and hid in the depths of myself

A place so far away secure in

The adult unknowing of all in it that hides

Judgement of error keeping in check

Allowing no glimpse to emerge 

By the lines I drew round myself

No one could come in or reach

So little, so unaware 

I did not recognize

The extent of importance 

To the immense energy 

That these lines came drawn

Not till life tripped me over

The bucket of water left out

Now tipped and fell 

Erasing much of the lines
Making path

To see straight forward

A place I thought inanimate

So stood at the existence of my feet

I awoke

With all lines shattered

There dissolving in the water

I stood,

Overwhelmed by the insecurity

Alarmed at the promiscuity

I took arms 

To be my only advocate

Adult and child together

Standing,

With no cause but their own

Standing, 

With no song but one note

Being and existing in constant parallel 

All hell began to break free