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Storm

  • Writer: Tabatha Jenkins
    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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