making it up as I go along

dump/reformat
give them space
room to fill me again.

good natured worry and fierce love
they pour into me, and
I cry
terrified
I won't be able to protect them.
things aren't even attacking them
yet.

I love them.
I love them.
I love them, and so I have
more to fear than ever.

I want to fluff my feathers
Keep everything warm
unalone, everything matters more.

I cry when they aren't looking.
I'd like to cry more,
I want that fresh cleaned empty in my pores.