You Can Trust Me

Photo from a Francis Ford Coppola film poster, sourced from Woodstockings.

Photo from a Francis Ford Coppola film poster, sourced from Woodstockings.

I don’t want to be 

So afraid to look at myself

That I have to cover my 

mirrors in cobwebs

I don’t want to be 

So afraid to hear my own thoughts

That I have to turn up the television  

to tune them out

But, they say, “you’re right to protect yourself,

A young woman like you in this world,”

foam cascading from jagged mouths.

Well I can’t live like this

I won’t have steel locks on all my doors 

And bars on all my windows

They obstruct the light 

I was told there is a broken open place

In a lover

And there is certainly a broken open place in me

And it aches sometimes 

When exposed to harsh wind, but

in this knowing I’ve chosen

To stay open and free

I once saw white linen curtains

swaying on a

Seaside balcony

Doors swung wide

And it stuck with me

I go back there in my mind’s eye, still

The point is,

I trust myself,

So you can trust me