in the shower it hits me
punching me in the gut like a prize fighter
threatening to spill emotions onto the porcelain
like bad Chinese takeout from a queasy stomach
its fingers, icy tendrils, grip my heart
so quickly and tightly
it makes my breath hitch
the pain bringing tears to my eyes
the beast rears its ugly head
opening his colossal jaws
to enclose me in them
swallow me whole, just to spit me out
flesh flayed, bones exposed
why is it you doing the right things
scares me more
than all the wrong things those other guys did
I hope the fears of whoever it is that’s doing the right things fades and you can enjoy each other…
He’s quite willing to help me work through it, so I think we’re going to be good. 🙂
I love a story with a happy ending!
I can only hope there will be no ending, and only a happy journey.
Change is difficult. Even positive change. All the best, girlfriend.
Fear is a normal part of healing — even when the journey is good we fear. Wishing you all the best! He sounds great!
Thanks Clara! He does seem pretty special.
Very well written. Miss ya girly.
Wassup?? Why doesn’t your damn blog show up in my reader? ?
I don’t know. Re put it in? or subscribe by email?
I will try to get it fixed. I have never understood why some blogs won’t show up in my feed.
It is strange. I think it must be a glitch.