I Am Coming


I
Am coming to you,
Heart beating like a crazy drum
Sweat on my palms
Black fear in my soul.

Will you welcome me?
Pull me close to your bosom
Let me bury my face in your hair
And inhale your peppermint smell,
Or will you turn away
From what I have become
From the rage that has marked my face making it a rough mask,
From the bullet wounds, now scars,
Can you embrace the man I have become?

Written in response to I Am Waiting, by @iamibiene on her lovely blog Sweet Nectar here here

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