Lately, life has been a grenade.
When they planted it firmly in my hand, I was told,
"Now this could be a dud,
If you let go,
Something big could happen."
Some days my knuckles bleed,
Screaming for even a second of relaxation.
Some days, I look at the grenade
And wonder what the "something big" is.
Some days, it becomes slippery,
And I nearly drop it.
Most of the time, though
I'm so full of fear you could look in my ear
And pull out a nightmare.
Whether the fear is of the grenade,
The consequences of dropping it,
Or of my own clumsiness, I'm not sure.
But, I can tell you this.
Im ******* terrified.
And squeezing last memories, last words, and favorite moments
Into a single