in the mirror,
your face
is staring back at me
a line across your forehead
furrowed as mine
your eyes hardset as gravel
your thin mouth snarling,
a loaded gun
i fear the words tipping
out of my own lips
a thunderbolt
of energy, sharp gust of adrenalin
uncontained
i tie my curly hair back
as if to rein in myself
amidst the rising
fear and frustration
but when i put my hand
over my heart,
i
know
it beats
differently-
soft as raindrops
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN, hosted by Linda Lyberg. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
