what is it
hun?
you stand there
like i might have the answers
like perhaps if you speak
your woes
and I nod all the “I knows”
it will shine the light on
the truth between the lines
in the other conversation
we are not having—
but it flows
and i am gasping for air
after submersion into the atmosphere
of what walked into this room
how much time has even passed?
I am weak. I’m afraid it shows.
we spin circles around fears
running parallel lines
at the same time
for the wishes for something
tangible but impossible, and yet
yet, even still
it grows
and these tears
and the lower tone of my voice
it comes from fears
that came when i had no choice
and my hands hold shame
because they hold the invoice
for all i’ve had to pay
for failing to drown out the noise
when my emptiness tried to pretend
there was reason to rejoice
so yes hun
i am here
but i am also
quite scared
- les’nspired
(Written February 25, 2023)
