I feelLike the jagged edgesOf my innermost sensitivitiesAre bare for all to see,Broken psychological bone,Piercing emotional skin,Leaving me raw, so raw,That, to let just anyone in, is aRisk I cannot take, I cannot evenStand the nitpicking details ofMinor misfortune or irritation –If it claws at the very centre of me –Cracking the core of who … Continue reading broken, I am →