i remember being young and being terrifiedMature

i remember being young and being terrified
of what the outside world would do to me when it finally
sank it’s claws into my skin and dragged me, kicking, screaming,
fighting with every last breath inside of my vibrating lungs,
from the house, into the open, where everyone could see
how easily I crumbled under the pressure.

I remember you and the way you took my trembling nerves
and soothed them, like watching the way clouds soften the angry sky.

The End

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