FEAR LIES .

Most of her life she felt like she was an
apology  a care label sewed into her clothes . I’m not worth a dime and I’m a waste of space and valuable
time .She’s an invisible thread with a needle in her head and how she wanted to embroider her life with art to create embellishment’s  of tenderness in various yarns  to layer piece by piece and cover every stitch of raw brutal neglect and anticipation of fear creeping every so slowly near with a sickening feeling of her heart beating out of her chest the fight or flight crushing her breath. A back cross stitch of lack of security and genuineness’s in her formative years .She was sewn in between the placket of insignificance and fireworks of suffering hidden buttons of a face and bright blue eyes who didn’t quite understand why?. She wanted a pocket on her front of her own . Full of colours pinks and yellows and aqua  blues and the brightest reds to place a note scrawled in black ink with fear lies it’s not here now . Love is the key to the door of hate and the raw feel of skin on skin anchored in mutual love and respect and understanding . She knows it’s a thing .