Storm
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Jun 6, 2017
- 1 min read
No one would notice
that my heart is pounding
almost as hard as my head,
because my hands are still.
I feel like I'm falling
down a mountain
all the time,
but there are things I must do
or face the shame
of failure.
I must smile
even though my lips
are so tired
of trying to keep everything inside.
Because I just want
to scream,
I want to cry,
I want to give up
because growing up is too scary.
But I want it.
I want it all.
I want it more
than the fear,
the doubt,
or the uncertainty.
So I take a deep breath,
and I calm down.




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