Goldilocks
She came to me for comfort
and I wrapped my arms around her heart.
"Too tight," she said.
She came to me for wisdom
and I shared with her my truth and light.
"Too bright," she said.
She came to me for solace
and I spoke love and peace into her mind.
"Too loud," she said.
She came to me one last time
and took my head into her hands.
She whispered back to me
and hauntingly
she sliced me open chin to chest
with the tip of her fingernail.
And left my insides wide wide open
a vulnerable red window into my pain.
Left me to hide away from her in the
secret places
of our family home.
To run and run and run and hide
until the gifts I could offer her
were just right.
