Setting: Life after college--during second post-college job
Form: Free Verse
pounding on windows
pales in comparison
to the pounding of my heart.
Tremors rattle over my body
the harsh movement
visible only to my own eye
seems as though the earth quakes
beneath the surface of my skin.
Teeth clench like a vise
to hold back the raging river of tears
to fight the rock slide of thoughts
so I might look upon you
speaking my mind
past my fear of confrontation
Notes: I cannot recall the precise circumstance that led to this particular write. I do know that still the mere idea of confrontation brings forth such fear that often (as sad as it is) I walk away from it. I suppose some might say that walking away is okay. But in the long run....not so much.
Artifact I: Original handwritten poem on nice yellow paper.