In Need of a Smothered Cuddle

You seek to establish a shoulder free to weep on.
And those traps may offer comfort to some.
But those accustomed to running...
Are not the bleeders on the sleeve type.
Prepared they are to stumble.
And not afraid to live life without a safety net.
My guess would be you'd feel threatened,
By the expression of weakness...
You perceive is in need of a smothered cuddle.
One that is kept discreet in secret addiction.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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