ever so slightly losing my mind
just a small thing, not to worry
maybe it's a bit bigger than i believe
ah, who am i kidding
it's gargantuan, it's massive
it means so much to me
but
i can do this
no matter my shaking hands
my sloth body
my adrenaline
and as i quiver
ill hope
pesky right arm
always so reactive
i can feel the tenseness
and i just wonder
i ask
will you be mine?
will things go right?
but
i don't even know if you like me or care
and i
really am scared
please let me be wrong
please let me proven wrong
i feel weak and light headed
but i know i can do it
the first step is done
i just
need
to
follow
through.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
