Hitting hard and hitting heavy
Suddenly realising
You were not ready
Terrifying knowing the aptitude for scheming
There is no trusting
Despite the yearning
He’ll be back the Spirits keep warning
I”ll be safer and better for it
But nothing stops it frothing forward
I’ll never stop
or
Ever return to it
It scares me proper
The intelligence
The cunning
I will never settle for it
So why is it hurting
Catching my throat
Stopping me breathing
but….
Who are you really?
Without controlling or using or cheating…..
Little Wren 