A Light in the Mirror

the changes in

skin

set in motion a quickening

pace my heart race

 

looking in

not out, begin

speaking and lecturing

to the self within

 

my folly is the melancholy

romance or love or lust

terminology, parts of a whole

feeling deep resonating

 

anxiety, anxiety, forgive me

it’s not my fault, i promise i beg

crazy foolish awkward

with two left feet

 

it will pass, it will subside

with each caress of a hand

silk of a kiss

warmth of an embrace

 

its hard to explain

in words understood

how high i fly while being

so afraid

 

put on kid gloves

be gentile with my soul

my heart

my head

 

anxiety, anxiety

my folly is melancholy

the chaos of nerves

and emotions

 

it will subside

that i do know

a level of comfort

must be first known