The in between, Poems about me

Dear fear

Dear fear, speaking from the other side of things is bold.

She has a few things to say to you so please crack open your ear lids let the spiders crawl out, allow yourself to bleed and behold.

You have lost one...

She escaped the day you let your guard down, the light snooped in and pinned you against the wall as you watched her run.

She escaped the day you planned to replace her now rusty chains that coloured her wrists bronze.

The evening of mystery was a Thursday do you even remember?

You were by the corner of her heart playing pick_a_boo with regret who stuck his fingers into your eye sockets for you to feel his presence...he found you.

Two...

I fell that Thursday evening. . .

Not as a demonstration of weakness but I fell,

As a sign of acceptance of the freedom that awaits me I fell...

To leave your crashed self on the ground...I fell

To crack your chains,

I fell to wake up a renewed women with a different face.

Not to worry, I left your mask right next to you on the dust.

Three...

I got a new name that night

Making permanent what was avoided, bringing life to a crops, realising the life of the father in me I was named BOLD.

Bold as in the absence of you,

As in courageous, aweless, brave and everything tarzan.

Four...

I don't want you to go too far from me,

I want you to feel me reject you every freaking day.

I want you to watch your vudu bounce back at you,

Witness boldness win every time,

Experience the looser that you are.

Come in close, look me in the eye and come real close...I won't flinge neither will I open way because I am not you.