Within Him

With him hid a thousand sonnets That couldn’t fit into fourteen lines or Even words. With him hid poetry With him hid my frightened heart With him hid my fears as he took them by the hand To a far away land. Among him settled my sadness as he took it all in, Oh! Within him was courage to hand me a gun, with the power to pull the trigger Hoping I wouldn’t because maybe my Hand wouldn’t slip. That maybe kept his glistening green eyes Glued to my crooked smile and boring stories. ~ Andrea Beyer