Wimp

I believe life is a series of realizations (among other things). I admit being tempted to evict the wimp from my existence, I even wrote Begone, Wimp, as part of this reflection... then took it out and added hospitality into the mix,

I come to myself.

I realize the wimp

Has inhabited my body.

She hid in the crevasse,

The abyss.

I stored things there.

I wonder how long

She has spoken for me.

I wonder at her words;

Words that moderate

What I say out loud.

There you are.

I will hold your hand,

Walk with you

Around the block,

I will speak for myself.

I will invite you

To warm yourself

In the sunshine

With the cats

On this winter day.