around me there are lots of people,
who walk &
talk &
gawk.
Their words are fast.
Their words cook fast.
Their words burn faster.
I keep looking over my shoulder.
Until I finally learn to master
my sweaty
palms &
feet &
brain.
Because I'm nervous.
I'm afraid.
To talk to you and to look at you and to love you.
Because there is BBQ in your belly.
And there is a pot roast in your head.
And it's cookin'.
And it's burning.
It's a pattern.
I'm scared, then I'm sweaty, then I'm hurt.
I'm
Near
The
Ledge
And
I'm
Going
To
Forge
Into
The
Uncertainty.
Because fear isn't going to control me anymore.
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