Last Year's Nests
Interlacing strands of love
were woven with such warmth and care.
I felt secure in your presence,
united by trust in the unity of our shelter
strengthened by the fibre of our hearts.
But that was yesterday,
before the pruning of my emotions,
the crumbling of the fabric of my being
leaving me vulnerable,
exposed to your cruel camouflage of lies
and the violation of our space
by a parasitic presence.
Old nests are seldom reclaimed.
30.11.19
Last Year's Nests Poetry Contest sponsored by Craig Cornish
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