Vulnerable

I have this unruly desire to purge all these secrets
and be free, finally

But fear rises
and grabs that nonsense and shoves it right back
and I’m numb again

I’m on the edge:

Looking down I realize I’d fall
I’d surely be a mess
splattered out there for the world to see
Looking up I realize I could be flying
light, floating

Common sense tells me that flying will result in falling
But doing nothing
Staying in control
Not feeling
Maybe hasn’t been a fall
It hasn't hurt, true

But self-protection is losing its reason
There's that slight possibility
That I can trust you and let go



So I leap and tell you
Everything