Childhood fears

I reach out my hand for your weight to balance me, 

It is quite a shock when that weight forces me down. 

I tiptoe so lightly around our wooden floors,

I am frightened when I hear you tramp on them. 

I am hearing a story of a kid at school that badly burnt their hand, 

I am hoping that they won’t notice the mark on mine. 

Our apartment has so many rooms, 

Tonight, I am hoping you won’t sneak into mine


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