Monday, July 27, 2009

Breathe

Hyper to quiet
Suddenly a change in mood
I walk to the empty room
Sit on the bar stool
Lean my head back against the cabinet
Breathe.

I hear footsteps
You appear at the door
You walk by being completely oblivious
I sigh with relief
Close my eyes for a moment
Breathe.

I walk alone
Entering my worst fear
Trying to avoid conversation with everyone
I approach a black table
I hop up and curl into a ball
Breathe.

I sway myself
Back and forth slowly
You approach with courage and caution
Wrap me in your arms
"I'm always here if you need to talk.
Breathe."

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