August 21, 2011
Fear bubbles up beneath my skin
I swallow hard
And will the tears not to come,
But they do not heed
Threatening to give me away


I feel the first wet drop
Slipping over the edge and
Gently descending down my cheek
Reaching my trembling lips
As they begin to utter the words
I have not been able to speak

Revealing my vulnerability

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