Literature
Habitual Safety
A broken dream of girl,
I've been cowering for years,
the edges of my fear sharp
and threatening to impale me.
In the darkest depths of this ache,
"safe" became a haven,
a habit, a hurt--
the ground shifted beneath me,
life grew wild around my feet,
but I chose not to budge or change.
I stagnated, a pond devoid of ripples--
a lightless, lifeless set of hopes
without the proper words to lift me.
Somewhere between safe and happy,
I lost my balance and forgot myself
and when the axis reached the apex,
I pulled you down with me.
Broken shell of boy,
I hope you understand--
I'll apologize for hurting you
but I refuse to throw myself away agai