A chameleon.
That's what you'd probably think
because it was also the first word
to climb the cliffs of my intra-psychic realms.
To blend in and to ebb out
in a functional or chaotic exchange
of dependencies,
whether between
familiar people or
people who choose to familiarize
themselves to me
and me to them.
I accept. I allow your entry.
But pardon me
when I do not expand the borders
of until where you could cross
because I did it before
so willingly and abusively
-an illness disguised as love
to that I am now taking the
right medicine to heal these battered
structures of my comfort
to allow access once again.
Yet I try to still leave a crack
in these foot-thick gates
to observe the brave souls
willing enough to listen to the
thunders of my past
and withstand the weather
until sunlight peeks through.
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