The Young Owl sits and Ponders
Safe inside Her Nest
of Her own Life
and Her own Passion
and How She came to
Fear such
Trivial Interaction.
the recent Cut
still lay fresh upon Her
left by
Abandonment
Unfeeling
halves
of
words.
still
such a Wound is Healing
Quickly and Smoothly
now turned Numb.
but Numbness
has yet to spread
across the Scar upon Her Chest
Old as Memory likes to Tell
still Throbbing
still Hurting
Silently.
such a Wound
left not by Words
but Lack thereof
will never Truly Heal.
and The Young old Fears
to take a Chance
to Scar Her Chest again.