Torn

[Marymic]

You welcome me with one hand
And shun me with the other
How do I know
Whether to open my heart
Or seal it, watertight
 
You want something from me
Things doing, things being
Treasured habits and comfort ways
Which don’t fit my naked me
 
I want things too
To do and be
With you in easy softness
Coming out of the cold shadow
To feel felt
And frighteningly safe
 
So I freeze and wait
until I know
which hand is really you