a loss for words, tongue tied, dumbstruck..
reticent.
my dictionary interprets this particularity as,
not revealing one's thoughts or feelings readily.my brain tells me differently,
specifically the prefrontal cortex.
is it any wonder
that i
fuck up
and run away?
root into circumstances
where no one knows
my tainted name which has been
ripped apart
stitch by aching stitch from
sharp tongues
and admonishments.
face it.
yet, here you sit trembling
before a being
who you refuse to let get the better of you.
yet, here you are crumbling.
admiring your expertise,
the adroitness, dexterity
you long ago
mastered.
the aptitude to
ascend,
nevertheless descend
more hastily with each reciprocation.
yet, here you are
convinced you have already sacrificed
your fair share.
please?
pass.
wait, wait.
rewind.
recall.
readjust.
start from nothing.
