A Fast Retreat: Poem from the Past

I am,

within my shell.

Don’t speak to me; I don’t want to connect to you or anyone.

I will never reach out, again.

Your sting was too tainted with poison for me to ever be my loving, trusting self again.

Within my own mind,

I beat a fast retreat, not wanting to ever feel again.

I want to clam up.

I don’t want to feel anything.

I don’t.

I,

want to stand alone.

Be here where I am.

Shut the door on the world, and throw away the key.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021