Trained
Perhaps I have trained them away from me.
I will admit there were times, especially
in the last five years when I have been
difficult to be around, so who would be
surprised if their first inclination was
away from, not toward. The hand will
hesitate near the flame, once burned,
will always remember the blood lost
to the thorn, and while I would like
to think I am more than the flame and
the thorn, those old paths are well-worn.
So when they turn to you because they got
pulled over, or they may have broken
their ankle, or they want to talk through
a difficult situation, I must acknowledge
that, in you, they perceive an open
space, and in me, they perceive a wall,
and then I must be grateful that they
have you, and that they still see me at all.
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