By Mac Guerreiro
Eye have my moments,
The ones in which eye am so rigid,
It’s a wonder eye can breathe,
The ones in which all that matters is that “you understand me,”
Understanding,
What a trap,
Because eye never quite feel that,
Even with those whom know me most,
There’s a gap should they hold me close,
Being hard of mind isn’t something eye treasure,
But it’s a defense mechanism and a measure,
For the perceived lack of safety in the present moment,
Yet “perceived” is the word to honor,
Because often times the threat is in my head,
And rather than pull closer eye end up pushing away instead,
To my detriment mostly,
Because it’s easier than teaching others to hold me closely.
Mystical Mac 