Layers of unspoken words lie within me;
my deep feelings and deeper thoughts remain protected.
To expose myself would leave me vunerable and scared.
There are so many things I would like to say, to softly shout!
Are you there for me? Please be there!
My mind is guarded,
full of possibilities of heartache.
To allow myself to be exposed is like
walking a proverbial tight rope.
Are you there on the other side cheering me on?
“Be brave! Be Brave!” I imagine you shouting encouragement.
The thought echoes in my mind…be brave.
I am scared, a scared creature;
guarding my tender heart with white-knuckle fear.
Do I spiral down? Do I fall when I expose myself?
CAN I BE BRAVE?
Doubt sets in…
It is easier for me to remain guarded and
to fantasize that you would be cheering me on…
“Be brave, be brave!”
I am petrified to think of the hurt I would feel if you
were not there to help me make it across.
Forget FEAR! I must take a chance!
I have one foot on the tight rope, are you there?
My mouth goes dry and my heart lurches into my throat,
I slowly step out…
Are you there? Are you there?!
Liz A
Feb 12, 2006
