One wrong word
one wrong action
When I can’t/won’t respond
to pull of puppet strings
heat and friction crack the rock
The relationship fractures
aftershock rips through my soul
self-doubt runs rampant
and old, buried feelings
bubble up from deep inside
I pull myself together
as the figure across the chasm fades
I contemplate the jump
weigh the consequences
of friendship
Can I make the leap?
Do I want to?
I look across the gap
Is the relationship worth it
or is it time to move on?
I do what I often do
wait for the tremors to cease
go on as if nothing happened
forgive, let it pass.
--Sasha Wolfe
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