Fragile

Knot in my heart:
sins of the father slither;
abandonment by the mother.
Pussy little boy rears its ugly head.
Paper thin personality crumpled and torn;
tossed from bin to bin:
mute — deaf — numb.
Tonight he can cry; he can feel.
Now I can see.
You were always there:
a warm woollen blanket on an icy night;
hammock of light cradling me to sleep.
How can I forget you? my one true love.
I can start to feel them gallop
a million horses towards the sun.
I hold on tight.
In the dark of the night,
I feel this little joey tucked inside
the pouch of my fragility.