11 Dec 2016 – Unpacking Childhood

A lightning rod for grownups rage when I was five.
They tell me that’s too young to wish that you could die.
An inconvenient nuisance, I just disappeared –
how else can you survive when daily  life drips fear?
A blabbermouth! A trigger for a savage rage,
and how was I to know at such a tiny age?
One learns to disbelieve in love served up on swords,
and trust becomes a luxury you can’t afford.