If I were to turn away
my back to you
I become vulnerable.
Unknowing, anxious, anticipatory.
I know nothing behind me besides what I hear.
Words can be played
masterfully, and manipulatively,
that if you told me to take a step back
knowing that I faced away,
a foot from a cliff,
I would do it.
YOU ARE READING
Berry Tree
PoetryA book of poems, scrambled thoughts, and endless stories. A bit mysterious, but that's the fun of it. You make the story; you imagine, and wonder. Each page is like picking a new berry from a tree.
