Glad it's over.
Now just fearful of what's to come.
I tried so many times
To bring what should have
already been there.
Without much success. Naturally.

So I left.

Just got up and walked away from it all.
Of course I know what I left behind.
It's still there actually.
I think.
I hope.
I don't know.

But I ran the second time.
The second time, my heart pounded
Into my throat and up
Through my mouth.
All I could let out was a
Whisper, wanting so badly to
Be able to Speak
To be able to Sing.
scream.

To let it be known.
Just let it be.