I-have-everything-under-control



Fragments of memories from the past
Trespassing into the present
Breaking through the tough barriers of
I-have-everything-under-control
Proving otherwise.
Making me vulnerable,
To weakest assault of words -
Meant to hurt intentionally or unintentionally.
I dread them, often,
As they come uninvited, uninhibited.


I find myself detaching from the world -
Curling up into myself, like a foetus.
My own world, with only me in it, the womb.
It is energizing & encouraging -
To be with myself, trusting only myself
Until I am ready to face the world again
And I-have-everything-under-control.