When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©

Learned To Fear.

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I was 2 years old when my mom's pot burned.
The flames, higher and higher they churned.
I was 2 years old when I learned to fear
𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲.

I was 5 years old when I got stung by a bee. It was flying free, suddenly I was in it's path.
Holding my hand into an ice bath - freeze
I was 5
When I learned to fear
𝗕𝗲𝗲𝘀.

And I was 14 years old when silver met my wrist
Red reflecting in it.
One thought - danger - was lit, my skin a deep emblem.
I was 14 years old when I learned to fear
𝗠𝗲𝗻.
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