- My childhood was
- Pocked
- By
- Loneliness
- At five
- I quickly learned I was
- Alone
- Soon thereafter I learned
- Loneliness
- Not long after that I learned
- Sacrifice
I learned that to
Belong
Required
Sacrifice
Sometimes of my body
Almost always of my peace and
My honesty
I am among the
Survivalist Chameleons
I can blend, meld, conform
I can change
My speech, my stance, my sense of humor
Who do you want me to be?
I’ll be her
Just don’t leave me to the wolves
And I learned that sometimes
Loneliness
Was
Preferable
To the
Only choices of
Companionship
Sometimes the sacrifice was too great
Too injurious
Sometimes the
Desolate landscape of
Loneliness
Could also be construed as
Safety
And, so, loneliness and safety
Marry to create a cocoon of
Reassurance
Perhaps it is how
Heroin addicts correlate the
Pain of the
Needle breaking the skin with the
Warm
Relief to follow