• anamarie 6w

    She calls me wounded mammal,
    Howler of the moon.
    I say "thank you".
    She tells me I am afraid of kindness,
    Unsure of sincerity.
    I agree whole heartedly,
    Without a second thought.
    She tells me I am a runaway,
    That I doubt if love's real.
    I stop and think a moment,
    Let the idea roll in my head.
    I decide it's true,
    Struck by the clarity of the words.
    She smiles at me,
    Tells me there is room for growth.
    I smile back,
    I believe so too.