I dream,
in words,
with my body
my mind and soul.
As the words
tumble,
stumble and break.
My fear being
Your pain
on which the truth does carry.
You had me and used me,
for that I won’t forget,
how unaware.
I must protect
never lie about a feeling
so I can become free of
the burden of you.
Shame and embarrassment
for at this age
I must learn
to express these feelings
it is to that end I yearn.
The First Word 