When I was a child I could crawl inside
little arms, gangly legs, wrapped together
I would quiet hide, hope you might decide
today, I shan't be found far too clever.
Later in life I wish I might be found
Wrapped inside safe, my lover's twirling dress
I would find a comfortable surround
yet always, in vulnerable duress
searching for a crawl space, a shapely box
I might crawl inside again, hide away.
The world outside had become like a fox
swift and sudden, driven by evil's way.
Sadly, today appears a vacant hole
One my body shan't longer fathom whole