But I am a very defenseless creature (because I was a very timid, lost, defenseless child).
— Rilke
Many years removed and yet
It is as though it was just yesterday.
The child may grow up, but
Locked deep inside a fortress
Hidden away from the world today
The child lives looking outward
Observing the life his other half lives.
Somedays, this other half,
Whether through rushed hurriedness,
Or a deep desire for masochism
Leaves the fortress, unlocked, unguarded.
The child freed from his prison
If only for a few days, has full reign.
The other half, no longer in control.
Once again is transported, stuck
In that old, familiar state.
Alone, in a world, he does not
Cannot understand. Scared
Of what it means to be
Lost, timid and afraid.
The other half is defenseless
To withstand the strength
Of the child’s emotions let loose
With all his might, he steps forth
To grab the child by the hand
And lead him back to the safety of the fortress.
All the while knowing, he’ll get loose once again.
written – 11/7/2017
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