Scared

it’s true
I’m scared
of being scarred

so much so
its mere suggestion
stymies choice

only a next door
will avail
wherever it leads

no larger plan
is available
only present escape

looking back
a lack of scars
is the largest

so many gifts
aborted in fleeing
a flaying

so many gifts
still available
even now

lost is not forsaken
a hand to the plow
tills until

speculated scars
no longer scare
trust away