A Poem by heather

for beatnik

You can't prevent it
The way your stomach drops when you anticipate bad news
There are no colorful butterflies 
Or feelings of giddy excitement 
Just nervousness, shaky hands, sweaty palms
and pain
Like dragging a bag of rocks you can't get rid of
Or waiting to feel the pinch of a needle when getting a shot
You can't escape someone else's choice
As much as you try to block out their words, they still hit you
Hit you off the cliff of anticipation
Into the dark abyss of pain
You knew it was coming but didn't bother to get a parachute
It's inevitable that you'll hit the ground
And when you finally do
The wait is over, you're free
Free from the source, ready to pull yourself out
The only question now is how do you get out if every part of you is broken? 

© 2017 heather

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Added on May 15, 2017
Last Updated on May 15, 2017



Wonderland , KS

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