bless my heart
i meant well
but i might have learned some things
even before i could tell
watched a person shift
from loving to mean
like i snapped my fingers
like a fast-cutting movie scene
the vein in the forehead
the bulging eyes
the spitting in the face
and all the yelling and lies
backed into a corner
frantically wondering and grasping for why
my mind running away
“would this wall just swallow me whole”
it imprints in your brain
it makes itself at home in your soul
and you send it packing
but it won’t get up and go
so every face you see
and heart so sweet
you only wait for them to change
when you don’t meet a need
so forgive the hesitation
it’s sometimes hard to believe
i mean well, and i hesitate
reassurance is what i seek
les’nspired
