ready or not
it inched closer
you whispered ’i’m not ready’
it breathed upon the back of your neck
you sighed ’i’m not ready’
it tried to touch you
you whined ‘but i’m not ready’
it tried to hold you
you screamed ‘i am not ready’
so you walked ran plundered blundered toiled fought and fraught
until one day
you stopped
and you turned to face it
and you smiled your beaming heart smile crying out ‘I Am Ready’
but it was gone.
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great write. i get out of it, don’t procrastinate on things that need to be taken care of~*
exactly, and seize the opportunities that come your way…especially in matters of the heart
– cheekie
oh this one makes me sad. regret is a yukky place to be in.