Wait, I Can Do This


because i remember standing in the dark
under the stars, staring up at the sky and
having my fists clenched.




and i would open my hands.

but it didn't work. it was still inside of me.

it will always be inside of me.

i can't throw it away.


throw it here, whatever it is. throw it right here
and maybe it will be ok and maybe it won't.

who knows?

i want to scream and throw a temper tantrum.

but i won't.

i want to shout accusations and slurs and behave badly.

but i won't.

in the end it's unimportant.

once you know your place in the scheme of things,
once you know where you stand, once you know
how important you are, you can start to live again.

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