I know its another day
another opportunity
to feel my heart break
or to feel myself unburdened.
I have only to open my mouth
and to walk out my door
but something holds me back
horrible
self-
doubt.
And I can't imagine
what he'll say.
And I can't imagine
yes
or
no;
acceptance
or
rejection
I feel like a child
cooped up in my house
of feelings.
They tell me it rains
because I am sad.
I am sad
because I am locked
in this house
of whispering fears.
I look out the window.
Fog whisps on the clean surface
from my unspoken words.
I'm surprised I'm still breathing.
I am suffocating
inside my own jail,
my self-doubting body.
Author notes
this is where I got my inspiration.
http://mattdentonphoto.com/people/dis-rainy_day.jpg
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