words, words, words

the drips that drop through darkness
  hang heavy and helpless
     on the tip of lashes
waiting for my heart to break.

I hear the cracks begin to form.
  The sound echos through me;
reverberating deep within
  an uncontrollable quaking.

My mind replays these painful sounds; spoken words, tones, and assumptions.
  I fight to keep composure.


  I am awakened by emotion
and a subconscious need to be seen.



I hope I have Integrity
When Speaking With Sobriety
And Shaking With Anxiety


Expelling my shadow without knowledge.
I'm awakening little bits at a time.