Fear flutters
Fierce and with a violent strike
Deep within a soured stomach
Churnings, burnings…
What if I not my recognizable self
To you
I walk the plank of uncertainty
Trying to balance on a loosely strung tightrope
Knowing one wrong move could cause
A great and tragic tumble
I only want to collect the shattered pieces
Decide if gluing them back together
Will be better than tossing them out
This fear of seeing your crumbling façade
Rips me apart
If only to find the small space
That once was safe
between US
My hands would cease to tremble
When I see your pen stroke
Writing me off…..
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