Walking on Eggshells

 

 

I can hear

Sure I can, getting closer

Where can I go

Out of the way

 

Nowhere

Stay still, don’t flicker

I can feel that tense moment

Even the furniture daren’t move

 

The knots are tight

My head feels sore

I am trembling inside

Please don’t notice

 

The whites of my fingers

Tightening

Act normal

Smile

 

I know I will lie

But I don’t know why

When asked about my day

What is there to find

 

Tiptoe

Crack as I go

Brushes past into space

To wait until time

I can breathe once more

 

                                                                                                            J Peacock        

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