FRACTURED REFLECTIONS
Imprisoned
by my own delusions.
I wonder the halls
of past memories,
embedded
in my flesh.
Haunted by dents in my psyche,
like ghosts in a burlap bag
strugglin to merge,
emerge...
Fractured Reflections.

This fear of intimacy,
this self-loathing
that I feel,
I know that it is of my own creation.
My own self-imposed sickness
for which I slave.
I lick my own wounds
to gain sustenance,
but to allow another
to touch
is to dissolve the boundaries,
transcend limitations,
escape
my own self-imprisonment.

Fractured Reflections...
open to your touch,
this pain is love.