Sometimes I feel
trapped
Sometimes I am
alone
I am cornered, a shaken animal not ready for the fight
I am surrounded, no escape and no tricks
For one who loves words so much
I am out of them
run dry
I fumble as they run out of my mouth
No idea what to say
Because what can you say
when your two worlds are at war
when everything you hold dear
want to burn each other down
when everything you love
becomes everything you hate?
But you still love it
because humans are creatures of habit
we resist change
we hold on to things too long
but now I have been cornered on a cliff
my poem too long, my palms too sweaty
for some things there is no choice
Because what can you say
when you are going to fall
no matter what
you just have to let go
let go
we hold onto things too long
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