Gnaw at a feeling
Till it chews me up
Eroding my better thoughts to rot.

Being fearful to raise my doubts.

To
Wait
to
be
called...
Instead I'll call you
Or stand in your doorway,
Self esteem boldened to the notion
Of a
rejection.

And I'll never swallow my hurt

lodged in my lungs
A piece of barbed wire
Catching my words
And the dread of tears.
Instead
Heroically,
I will cry.

1996








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