Insecurity

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The sword was already there,

Of this, I made sure.

Primed and ready for the taking,

the stabbing,

the pain,

the end.

I am a cocooned butterfly,

And I will emerge once again.

…..

Not today, I tell her.

Today you can not have me.

Today you can not ravage me,

Like a glutton for my bones -

I shall deny you in hushed tones -no

- a single whispered line,

“Leave me be, insecurity.

Today you will not have me.

Today I am mine.”

~Feathertales