Short Story

Give Chase and Make Haste

My head hurts.

I can't tell if it's from

The sheer amount of caffeine I drink,

The tears I don't cry,

Or the lack of a consistent sleep schedule.

My hands always shake.

I'm not sure when it started,

Or if it will ever stop, but

I never had an excuse for it before.

Now, if you were to ask,

I'll say I'm a savior.

Life has a funny way of working.

Mine is passing me by as I write this,

But I know I was meant to move slowly.

Something I had always wanted to watch came back to me this year.

I wanted to see it when it first came out;

Now I know I was meant to see it now.

I've never felt so understood.

I've never felt seen.

Real people may still not understand,

And they may never see me,

But in that fairy tale I know I have a fighting chance.

So here's to all the things I've wanted to say,

But felt I never could.

I have a quiet voice that roars.

I have distant, shining stars.

I have a world all to myself.

If you're brave enough,

I just might let you in.