all aboard my folly
hands shaking, stomach churns
it never gets easier
jackhammer knuckles
paper-bag lungs
caution tape mouth
no one has to wonder
where they stand
with me
unsustainable
tiptoeing around the bush
or beating on eggshells
brashness is a vice
I’m unrepentant
I refuse
to be seen and not heard.
Category > poetry
folly
dear abby
I always seem to end up here.
Why can’t boundaries be a place to begin the conversation?
Use I statements. Keep telling yourself that nobody else can hurt your feelings unless you let them. The truth is, that only works if you don’t let anyone else in.
Solitude is apt to shed its charms [...]