Sometimes, I'm not so easy to love
I can be prickly like a porcupine
hard to hold, not willing to be touched.
Sometimes, I crawl inside my
inner self and refuse to come out
in the sunshine; I have memories
that push back against my brave,
make me cave in and run
from the possibilities that are.
Sometimes I can be slippery
like water, flowing right through
your fingers trying to catch me
tight, in place; flow right around
your boulder of love; I can be
elusive inside and out.
Sometimes, you're stuck with
the me that can be triggered
by a look or a word never
meant to harm, but cuts me
anyway. That's not your fault, Love.
Sometimes, I'm just not so easy
to love.
© Valerie Bridgeman
October 11, 2013
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