Sun is bright. Birds are singing. <br />The air is thick and heavy. <br />Knock, knock- no one’s home. <br />Key turns and we’re alone. <br />Pull the blinds, kill the lights. <br />You tell me it’ll be all right. <br />Outer shells melt away- <br />Got a little braver through the day. <br />Hands are moving- mind of their own. <br />Somehow I’m willing to condone. <br />Crossing lines we’ve never crossed, <br />Guards we put up now are lost. <br />Trust being fruit of our labor, <br />We’ve still something left to savor. <br />And in this moment as tension builds, <br />At last, in this first, time will stand still.<br /><br />Jessy Liz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/firsts/
