Wounded Tom

You’re like a feral cat

Feeling trapped

But needing love and affection

To be cared for

To be touched

I have to reach out

Reaching with one finger

Oh so slowly

To gain your trust

Not validate your terror

And maybe I’ll succeed

And maybe you’ll attack

Or run.





Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-02-08 at 13:01

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Some people are like that.
2016-02-14


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this and "PicassO" are exceptionally fine poems. you portrayed the distance between two people, two beings, so well, a matter of reaching out, of wariness, of willingness. it can be so easy, or so hard. we know Tom is wounded and cautious, even afraid. it takes time. be patient. but, you know this, you wrote it.
2016-02-09