, University of California, 2006]For Fear
For fear I want
to make myself again
under the thumb
of old love, old time
subservience
and pain, bent
into a nail that will
not come out.
Why, love, does it
make such a difference
not to be heard
in spite of self
or what we may feel,
one for the other,
but as a hammer
to drive again
bent nail
into old hurt?
Very poignant and something to muse about on an early Spring day.
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