I Will Try

Here we are, standing in the middle of a bridge Suspended only by a pair of old, fraying ropes Swaying back and forth, two hundred feet above ground Wind gusts whistling through the holes of wooden slats And by the way, dear soul, I am afraid of heights. I cannot promise I will be theContinue reading “I Will Try”

The Awkward

Awkward follows me into social places Hovering over each heartfelt exchange Taking over the weighted pauses Transforming normal into painfully strange, Mutating into my soft-spoken speech Flashing “INTROVERT” in neon signs Tumbling around on my stammering tongue Fashioning a socially anxious shrine. What a paradox the awkward creates To one who attempts to be warmContinue reading “The Awkward”