What the fuck are you?

You sodding shape-shifter?

I cannot give you away

You come back to me as a hope, blood, sweat-soaked boomerang

Stuck, broken in the mud

Because I thought it was worth it to try.

Where to go now?

The predictable thing

Is to withdraw into the shell

Pull the pieces around me

And slowly emerge when the thaw comes; less capable and more bruised.

But perhaps there is greater strength

In trust beyond reason

In Love beyond reason

What a cruel trick it would be

To let the past

Win over my future

Where vulnerability creates everything

I have ever wanted…