Lost Poem

In one of the boxes of papers from her past, Sybella found a poem she had written many years ago... When she was young and still the possession of The EvilOne.

A Person In My Life
May, 1988

If there should ever be a person in my life who sees me for what I could be forced to be, and not for who I am--then I could never be myself for him.

If I entrust my heart, my purity, and my fidelity to one, only to see it returned in opposite form--then I could not trust that one the way it was meant to be.

If I am always there for him, in his time of need, and find myself alone when I am down--then comfort would be impossible to provide or be found.

If the hands that held me in love, ever struck me in rage and caused me pain--for any reason--that pain would be what I feel whenever held again.

If that part of me meant to be a gift of pleasure is taken against my will or given by obligation--then I would not have pleasure as a gift to offer anymore.

If the person in my life cannot accept me as I am, or honor the trust I have, or comfort me in my pain... If his hands could ever hurt me or take from me without my consent--Then I would not have the Life I believe love should represent.