Behind The Smile

Therapy

Questions, Comments, Concerns? 

Ends my sometimes strenuous out pour of emotions. 

Bittersweet is the hardening truth of my time. 

Trying to keep the words at the forefront of my mind, embody them into my being. 

But sometimes the frustrations mixed with anxiety and anger snaps like an elastic band being stretched to its point. 

The point that I'm constantly flirting with, pressing towards, always at the edge peering over my bare feet into the massive pit where y sins dwell. 

But before I am swallowed into myself, I always regress to the mean.

 For the minutes that tick by in the square that holds my truth I am not here nor am I there,

 I just am.