Into Love and Out of Time.

Lately I have been processing my fear of being loved.  When I was small I was abused and made to believe I did not deserve love and tender care from other human beings. I have always felt like a strange mutant thing and not a person. A creature coiled up in fear of the most life sustaining force on Earth. I am happy to shed false notions. In realizing I have been trapping myself in this lie, this cage, I am also experiencing a great and very wide and very deep grief. For the love I cherished the most. I lost it.  I ran from it.  And now I fear it is too late, for me to love or be loved. 12x14 inches. - Ino. Wednesday, April 21, 2021.