My gift
It’s my gift and I decide who I will give it to
It’s precious and rare and something to be wooed
“It’s mine” I shout stamping my feet, making sure you know
If I give it to you, nurture it, look after it and allow it to grow
It’s a a big risk for me to give my gift away, It holds deep within it, a vulnerably naivety
And when I have given it before its been abused, leving me with an intense anxiety
It’s mine and I have had to protect it with all my strength
Dont underestimate my ability to keep you at arms legnth
It’s mine I tell you and mine to choose where it goes
It will be somwhere secure, familier, somewhere thats like home.
(2015)
