Unshakeable fear

I

am

quick

to love

but s-l-o-w

to trust.

I

don’t

do so well

with friends; I

don’t adjust

I

hear

them say

nice things

I just can’t

believe

I

watch

for signs

’cause I always

think they’ll

leave.

I

worry

that behind

my back they

laugh at

me.

If

only

logic would

prevail against

this foolish

anxiety.

I

feel

I have

so little to

offer them,

and so

in

being

such an

inadequate

friend,

they’ll

go.

I

know

my fears

get knocked:

I’m told it’s

not real

but

I

have

seen things

which seem to

validate my

lack of

trust.

 

This one was surprisingly hard to write.