Travels

A Poem by AKhaus

Do you feel my insecurities?
I am a tattered, torn, used and bloody.
How can you see me through this nightmare?
I wish I could manage my head in such storms. I dive then take a breath and what's behind me seems to be a mountain.
Soft eyes do heal and such tenderness calms me with the blades chopping so close to my limbs.
Self imposed terrors seem to fade when your hand touches my face.