hesitation was no stranger to me,
anxiety and stress became my best allies.
but they all proved to be the three that i did
not need to find. but they came, unwelcome.
they came through my glass door of a façade that i
had tried so hard to create. shard by shard
my barrier to the outside world (one that was unknown
and foreign to me) slowly crumbled to the
ground. surrounded by peering jesters, singled
out and branded as being afraid,
i scurried to reassemble my protection only to find a
triplet of hands helping me to rebuild such a shattered
existence. and slowly, very slowly, hesitation, anxiety
began to fade and i found myself staring at
an empty shell of what i used to be.
and as my fingers skimmed over
those sharp edges, the hands worked feverishly,
as if they had taken the task as their own.
and as i tossed
the fragments of an old life i no longer
needed, the three who i had tried so
desperately to keep out became the
very protection i had needed all along.