Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • The more I think

    I walk.

    I walk in my head.

    In my brain,

    My thoughts,

    My feelings.

    I look over

    At your hand.

    Hmm.

    The more I think about it,

    The more tingly I get.

    Tingly?

    Fuzzy?

  • Shaking

    Shaking

    Shaking

    Shaking.

    Will I ever feel anything else?

    Crippling fear.

    Shaking.

    I run to the bathroom.

    Tears roll down my cheeks.

    My eyes

    Are empty.

    My heart is, too.

    Shaking.

  • A pawprint in clay

    All I have,

    For everything.

    A pawprint

    In clay.

    That's it.

    Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.

    Folder upon folder of random junk.

    Papers and pencils and packs of gum

  • What now?

    When the silences grow stone cold

    And you don't fill in the gaps in conversation -

    When I can't bring myself to change the subject

    But we both know it has to be done -

    When I can't find words,

    For once in my life,

  • I'm here

    I'm sorry

    I won't say why

    because we both know

    and we're both handling it differently

    but I'm here

    I'll be here for a very long time

    so if you need me

    just tell me

    okay?

    I'm here for you.