This stupid feeling!
Why won’t it just leave me alone?!
The ball in my throat beckons a cry,
But for what?
There’s nothing to say,
Hanging on words and waiting,
Is just not my way.
It was great!
A dream worth waiting for,
But it’s creeping away.
Helplessly I just sit and wait.
Emotional Intelligence, the professor said;
Must be recognized to control.
But I don’t want the reigns.
I don’t know what I want…
But this feeling is definitely not it!
Sulking into a stupor
Is just not my way!
When the time is right;
I’ll break and the tears will uncontrollably fall.
I’ll let them wash over me as I cross the threshold,
Because starting new chapters is something I’m used to.
My Art of Becoming 