This is not my poem. I did not write it, but it is what I feel nearly every time...

I got it from HERE.


afterwards

now I’m a tiny bird

cold and quivering in your hands.


now I’m a small boy

lost in a department store that’s about to close.


seconds ago I was a lion in your bed

a storm blowing out your walls

jupiter crashing into venus

the climax of an opera

now I’m a little lost traveler

hiding in a land of giants

you could kill me with the flick of a finger

or a harsh word.


I need your protection in this moment

when I’m so open

so vulnerable

because this is when the phantoms come

this is when

the black wordless void where I was taken as a child

returns to claim me again

opening its dark mouth under my feet

pulling me down into its throat

sending me back in time to myself

showing me how small and alone I was

when it happened.


please don’t abandon me now

not now

stay close

be with me

breathe with me

just give me a few minutes

and I’ll be the man you know again.

amazing. can't say i enjoyed it , but can sure appreciate it - and feel it.

Hey Scott,
we are real man and real man are felt fragile and vulnerable sometimes too, especially during the most intimate moments
It is beautiful poem!

Pero