Late into the night Early in the morning Noon when the sun is high high above my head I think about it! With soft tender eyes-- The possibility One that I spent so many years carefully evading
I sit on my honey-brown leather couch And dream each day what would it be like Will it be easy, hard, challenging, free Exciting, calm, frustrating, exhausting?
Just then, the very moment I smile-- They fly in like irritating bites, they sting and itch I try to ignore each one to ensure my skin isn't broken But they stay for days Demanding my attention Until I scratch scratch the surface
Fear A constant reminder that I am human and don't have control over this-- over Anything I scratch in hopes of releasing it
yet it lingers, the air about me
Desire You push push me to expect To believe And I want to I want to see it: The laughter, the fights, the love
The cycle complete with Me as their puppet: Easily pulled and easily pushed dark, thin strings strings of control