Unlocked.
The worries are draped over me like fondant
The package may look delicious but hides a hollow inside
This isn’t the glamourous torture described
By painters and poets
We could not have possibly reached the end of our rope
Not when there’s so much slack to pull tighter
Some breath left to form the words
So close to the delicious pain
I want to stop but it’s beyond my power
Ar least not until I’ve wrung every drop
And can feel the end of our story
I’ll be left with my worries again
My favorite looking glass reflects you
I’m there too
I can’t help myself
All the conversations, social humming
Fade
All I see is the growing tide in your eyes
Without even a word
All that needs to be said is heard
Captive in the glass
Your gaze
Telling me tales
Spinning ideas
I’m trying to be collected
But my thoughts have been shuffled
To move or glance away is giving up
So I accept the challenge
Let you reel me in
While I let go, looking forward
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Sitting in the waiting room
makes me wish for
privacy booths
Where I don’t have to pretend
to be idly passing the time
instead of waiting
with held, stilted breath
to find out if I’m a goner
Where I don’t have to engage
in furtive smiles of pity
or faux understanding
and be subjected to
out of date, tattered magazines
Give me a curtain I can draw
and a a quiet spot
blocking out diffused mood lighting
and pop songs turned elevator music
Waiting for the unknown is hard enough
without it being such a public display
My life’s about to change
I can’t sit here any longer
and pretend its another Tuesday
Don’t write me off just yet
I’ve just been tired
Can’t seem to catch my breath
Be careful what you wish for they say
Being open to possibility can be a trick
You can be too open to heartache
I’ve worked so hard to let go
Exist only in the moment
Let the past and future alone
But the moment is overwhelming
Too many sensations
I’m breaking down
Don’t leave me just yet
I can learn to focus on you
You can be my moment
You have all the colors of the spectrum
All the tastes I require
All the music I need
Where I was alone now there’s hope
Company calls and I deck the halls
And return from climbing walls
If I try really hard I can separate lines
Detect your patterns
Revel in your ability to help complete me
Don’t give up on me just yet
I’ve got my second wind
I’m awake and ready to Be
The Word Rummager 