The trauma of broken things
I carry my fear like a heavyweight
many kilos of fat
pushing down on my bones
making my movements slow
and wearing down my momentum.
I'll never allow fear to make its
home in me
I hope it moves on
I push it away.
A violent act forced fear into my life
like so many random accidents,
which happen when no one expects
so much bigger than any one person
forcing us to live with
the trauma of broken things.