Entry 23: Never

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I never walked through a cold forest

Alone with my fears

Lighting a fire to survive.

I never jumped from a plane

My face skin whipped by

Gravity’s wind.

I was never violated

Body and soul crushed by someone’s need

To seize.

I never left the shore for long

My leash reeled me back in again

And again.

I never felt hunger for food or ambition

Or heart-break that made me want to die.

I dab, with a fumbling brush

My wound, my doubt,

Onto a homemade canvas

Wondering if I have anything

Worthy to say