A Little Less Sure

A Little Less Sure
By Liza Duchesneau
Milton High School, Grade 9
You push me off the branch,
Before I am ready.
I can tell from your smirk,
That you know I’m unsteady.
I want you to want me,
I do everything I can.
But I cannot learn to fly,
Before I can stand.
Look at you on your pedestal,
So high and mighty;
If I didn’t love you,
I would’ve pushed you off already.
A ‘boss’ like no other,
So naive and insecure;
And every time you speak,
I’m a little less sure.
Every ounce of my being
Thinks of you and me as a whole.
But I am a little less sure
That you’re the perfect mate
For my soul.
My hands move frantically,
As if to curse at the air.
You make me so mad,
That I can no longer bear…
…I can no longer bear
Your touch on my face.
But all that’s said and done,
Will not erase.
The time keeps unwinding,
As I fall from the tree.
But I know deep in my heart,
That somehow you’ll save me.
