You’re Bleeding Out

Your personal defense bubble

Swelled to the size of a wrestling ring.

You are catching punches

That I’m not throwing.

Bleeding from old wounds I did not inflict.

Where I extend an olive branch,

You perceive me brandishing a menacing thornbush.

Your unseen assailant wails unpredictable blows.

The maniac pummels you mercilessly.

My outstretched arms

Are to hold your heart. Gently.

To shield you.

Let me.

Published by hannahtk

Hannah is a footloose Jesus-girl who enjoys family and friends, writing, painting, calligraphy, speaking and teaching, reading, cooking, gardening...

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