In my head,
I say the perfect words,
Arrows that pierce
The sky and your heart,
Changing how the
World works.
Real space is different,
Words buried under
Layers of worry
And convention
And the introverted
Pattern relied
Upon for a lifetime.
Wondering about courage
Frays the edges of
What feels within control.
If I am too safe to
Risk these threads,
You will never know me.
If you weave with me,
Courage has heft,
And arrows reach
Blue sky,
And hearts.
Categories: Poetry