Wednesday, September 19, 2012


naked with emotion,
now vulnerable to giving in
to your heart.

In these moments,
you try and picture yourself
background to anything,
drawing attention away.

As nervousness sets in,
steady hands turn motive:
shaking evidence, from obvious trees.

Now foreground,
begins painting you in...

Blending no longer,
now you're becoming 
an imperfect version
of yourself.

With voiceless words,
increasing breath
under each effort spoken.
Gasping for air, yet still unaware
all that's coming over you.

Then at this moment,
another landslide of emotion 
strips you down.

Until you're completely silenced.