HONESTLY
like the bird who fell from the tree,
hitting the ground, stunned
it felt helpless and scared.
what if i died right here, right now,
i'd die silently, with no one i know around me.
a hand swept me up,
caressing me gently,
i don't want their sympathy,
but they were lovely to me.
they helped me stand up, from my stumble.
i was nervous, but they didn't mind.
they pardoned my behavior.
thats the story of the bird.
can i be that bird?
for all i feel now is suffocatingly empty
empty to the pit of my stomach.
where i don't see a thing
i'm mr invisible.
in my case, i'm just not there anymore...
i need honesty. but i'll need courage most.