Wounds of Fear

In the light that flows water-like through the windows of the old bank,

I strip off my topmost layer of clothing. on each arm there are great purple welts,

that will only deepen over the coming weeks. stubborn in all best ways.

The fear that you once reigned over, me is ebbing,

Not yet fully under control, but reducing little by little.

I develop me. I remain brave, loving and kind

I sign and reach out for my long sleeved top again.