this is wobbly steps
in your direction:
learning to walk again.
it is hard to put your trust in men
when the people who raised you
left a mark across your cerebrum
like scar tissue,
murmuring "do not lower
your defenses, darling,
everything is a lie."
my lithe limbs dangle
off the overhang
and i do not jump simply
because i have learned
i am only supposed to fall
if pushed.
the oncoming vehicle
is another issue.
you are gentle in a way
i have not felt before,
and it makes me weak.
give me some time.
i can learn to be sweet.