I’m afraid my heart is closing up
I’m afraid the love I gave was never enough
I’m afraid of Time
Of the lines it furrows deep between, under, outside my eyes
I fear the timidness lurking inside, a meek spirit waiting to take over any liquid fire slipping passed my lips
I’ve felt it entangle me, encouraging every doubt, stroking each insecurity.
A russet hound, sickly and old
Begrudgingly, I allow these feelings to take hold
Scarcely aware of the inequities.
Woolgathering 