August 1, 2009

in the headlights

Skittish as a doe, I'll shy away
from footsteps approaching or
even the most kindly meant words.

Staring straight ahead I'll
try to disappear, to be
invisible in a corner or
near the cupboards,
on the back steps or
behind my own closed door.

1 comment:

  1. Funny, that I put up this post exactly a year ago, and I am feeling it again.

    I literally shied away from my cousin the other day. I was in the middle of a room, and heard her coming, and my body threw itself toward a wall; I considered, for a split second, hiding while she passed. I forced myself instead to walk toward her and call a greeting -- but my heart was pounding.

    I am wary, these days, of strangers to my pain.

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