it’s true
I’m scared
of being scarredso much so
its mere suggestion
stymies choiceonly a next door
will avail
wherever it leadsno larger plan
is available
only present escapelooking back
a lack of scars
is the largestso many gifts
aborted in fleeing
a flayingso many gifts
still available
even nowlost is not forsaken
a hand to the plow
tills untilspeculated scars
no longer scare
trust away