Touch Therapy - 3

I asked my Mother on a cool, gray blue morning what Projections are, the projections of passions pouncing proudly within the poetry of reality, She said, with woed eyes, Sometimes peoples' brains become burdened like a mirror with too many faces to appease, disease from judgement, the jeer, the lear, fear of another's unempathetic ear, the stress to confess our duress, our confusion of camellion countenance, so we project pictures into the lenses of other's law fire, pictures that protect us from uninvited pain, I watched the corner of her mouth divet from the embarrassment of disillusionment, She continued with necessary nerve, We also judge ourselves into volatile escapes that steer us away from vulnerability's virtue, we create self fullfilling prophecies of people's positions on our hearts, We sometimes conjure demons of self defeat that feast fast on the devestation of our desires cackling at the carcass of our crashed confidence, My Mother looked at me slow, with a low heat in her voice, saying You must trust Yourself to be Yourself... J.A.B. 2023