Memories to painful to keep.

Moments when it’s fight or flee.

She comes to stand in

wearing a poker face,

she calmly covers any wounds made

coaxing away any shame.

 

When self is the enemy,

my proxy comes to rescue me,

she restores the harmony,

placing the memory where I can’t reach.

 

-Ladybug

 

Inspired by the The Daily Post word prompt: Proxy

 

 

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