Your Image

Terrified, I’m

Shaking in my shoes.

Overwhelmed with

The power of you.

But what have you ever done

To instill such fear in me?

I carry this trauma

Like a bag of gold.

I remember those words

That you didn’t speak,

And I am left

Scared and cold.

That hand that you

Didn’t hit me with,

That accusation

That you never made.

Whom have I twisted

Your image into?