I live my life through the words I write
Does this mean a good thing?
The nerve-wracken birds fluttering
about in my chest,
apprehensive hands fidgeting
above the keyboard,
voices of doubt singing symphonic
melodies in my ears,
my heart fibrillating to life
my deepest fears of vulnerability?
Does this mean a good thing
to feel this scared
of baring myself to you
and letting you in?
The impact of one person
on another human being
is immense
and powerful.
Often unknown of its significance
until after the moment has passed.
Why does it happen that way?
After the fact?
Perhaps it’s better that way
we feel less pressure
to think ahead,
plan out actions
and make sure we’re doing the right thing.
Etched into my skin
forever
small droplets of black and white
unveil
flowers, leaves and a broken stone
wall.
Break the wall, split the stones
apart
and let me shine
through
and welcome you
in.
Dawning Words 