Fears
FEARS
Wandering thoughts while half asleep
Waiting for ghosts that come back to creep
In my mind, while squirming in bed
Woke up and shuffled , bury my face deep
Dishonesty haunts my spirit in slumber
Inches from face putting me asunder
With every breath, he lies there awake
Dancing with the wind, surrounding my breadth
Throbbing heart that skips so fast
Bile piling up, counting, keeping a mark,
Fingers clutching hair, while toes are numb
With soul so tired, groping, resigned
Reckoning, fleeing from truth,
Squinting, moving, crying in shrill voice,
Though in quandary, deciding to move on,
To settle the confusion without affectation
Pallor sweeping countenance with fear
Head bowed down before a council in circle
Waiting for judgement, becalmed by quiet,
Of liberating step, I dared to take.
Copyright © Maria Cecilia San Juan | Year Posted 2013
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