The heart is beating faster than normal;
Cheeks are red, anxiety is paid
To linger at the base of your spine
Where it attacks the root of all fine
Things that might happen to you.
This is not another poem about a guy,
Or a girl, or anything remotely related to love
Because there is something more distressing up above,
Up high in those irreparable cells,
Those neurons that beat in sync with your fears
And I can tell you how frightening it is
To be so close yet so far from complete peace.
Intimidation in its purest form
Occurs not by threats or physical build but rather,
It starts from within-an empty bottle of esteem
That is mislabeled as complacency. Let me redeem
Myself from any promise I might have made
Under the guise of 'feeling better'
And keeping your chin up is the first step
Away from the tantalizing option of being the girl that fled
And that is as far as I've gotten;
The shivers come, the breaths turn shallow,
The heartbeat quickens loudly, noisily-
A pity that it does not come from any form of gallantry.
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Poems for the Sad and Weary
PoetryThis is my third book of poems and to be really honest, I'm thankful that I had even been able to finish the last two books. I feel like I'm a completely different person from the first book of poems I had started and that's okay with me. Maybe this...