If I Don'T Say It ....
.... I won't make it real.
If there is nothing to fear
but fear itself, why is anything scary?
Like waiting for test results
knowing its all in God's hands
anyway, why fear the worst?
Will I die?
Of course I will, but not today.
Never come what may ... today.
Is it time to merge into traffic?
If I don't say it ...
the laundry will still get done,
then I'll have some fun,
won't have to run.
To where?
I'm always over there
anyway, why hope for new
or different, or that a mirror
won't be there.
Here comes the elevator again.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2010
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