Unopened potion

I have always felt I was born with magic

and palms nursing fear like limbs.

Acres of consequences,


and power;

The responsibility of control.

Suppose we were all born afraid of


Just imagine,

the guilt and torture

of casting the wrong spell

… like harbouring the curse of inaction.


Lie on the flaw

It’s true.

Nobody has ever loved me

in such a way that allows me to love myself.

It’s truer.

The flaw is not those who are loving,

rather my belief that their loving controls my own.