Waiting for it <br />Waiting <br />for the suspected <br />I've thought it before - <br />mere suspicion <br />paranoia <br /> <br />But <br />with the <br />deadening of my thoughts; <br />like a slap across <br />the face <br />with the splintered panel - <br />snapping cords <br />exploding blood vessels <br />shattering cranial bone <br />and moltening vertabrae, <br />like a Mack truck <br />head on <br />knocking me off <br />my unstable feet <br />thirty thousand pounds <br />of the truth <br />squared on my <br />empty lungs <br />caving feeling <br />crumbling confidence, <br />like reaching <br />through my body <br />from miles away <br />and ripping out <br />my gaping heart; <br /> <br />this is how it feels <br />to be vulnerable. <br />Your heart exposed <br />to all elements - <br />all hell. <br />completely on the spot. <br /> <br /> <br />And oddly <br />with fragility <br />racking my frame <br /> <br />I'm still smiling<br /><br />Melissa Joy Chesky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-smiling/
