Midnight Musings

My trauma is wrapped around me, 

soft as mink and barbed with quills 
I grew when he left, when he cheated, 
when he violated the curves of my body.
It's hard to remain soft in a world this cruel. 

Sculptors of emotional and intimate clay,
they molded a warrior, a survivor, a woman
who sometimes recoils, trapped in the scream. 
My nerve endings are free and bare and yours?
It's hard to remain soft in a world this cruel. 

Crisscrossing psychological and physical paths,
the warmth of your hands exploring my body
for longer than an age, shorter than a period...
it's reminiscent of fires even older than time. 
It's hard to remain soft in a world this cruel.

Words pirouette in my brain and tumble out, 
tongue bouncing and twisting forward, backward.
If you're patient, I'll be courageous and grant you
my trust because who doesn't like oxytocin?
It's hard to remain soft in a world this cruel.

It's just, I have a feeling you know this, but,
it's hard to remain soft in a world this cruel.