If this is what dying feels like, I’ll invite it in with open arms.. “Maybe” is published by kelsey. in Coffee House Writers.
My feet sink
deep
down
into the wonder
beneath the worry
and my courage shrinks.
Will you see the truth?
Mine, not yours.
Will I finally be bold and tell it?
Or do what I always do…
Chitter about terriers and squirrels.
Bend myself into twisty twirls.
Waiting for a crumb of…
love
respect
attention.
While you sit
wrapped in protective fleece
unable to smell your senseless shit.
It’s me, always me.
Reacting to your fits.
Hearing your voice.
Paying for your choice.
Over and over.
Again and again.
Dancing to covers
of dysfunction.
It’s you, always you…
blaming me for being me
blaming me for seeing him
blaming me for leaving her…
and you, always you.
Doesn’t matter what I do.
Or don’t do.
Let me cross
the gap
stand by your side.
We write our songs.
New ones.
They play on and on.
We dance and laugh
Their rhythm rights our wrongs.
They say…
Be brave.
Show up.
Be honest.
Open up.
Be kind.
Grow up.
Forgive me. And you.
Release me. To you.
Rest your head
on mine.
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