Hateful
Image by Bruno Guerrero from Unsplash
It was not the world
I could not face,
for I loved its wildness.
It was simply people
who scared me.
Like my feral cat,
I would hide,
when the doorbell rang,
behind drawn curtains;
a ghost in my own darkness.
I cowered from a fear
I could scarcely name,
without hope,
trapped in the prison
of my own mind,
while it crashed through
all of the ways
people can be truly hateful.
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Glenis Moore
Glenis Moore is a poet who currently lives in the flat lands of the Fens just outside of Cambridge UK with her partner and three rescue cats. When she is not writing, she reads, makes beaded necklaces, knits, cycles and runs 10K races slowly. She is the author of the poetry chapbooks Pond life and For Paula and Rum Babas, and has had previous work published in a variety of UK, US and European publications.
To read more from Glenis, find her on Substack.
