I found myself stuttering yesterday...
clumsily tripping, fumbling,
over words.
The explanation of my whereabouts -
in question.
Like a guilty child.
Awareness then anger emerge.
irritated, indignant hostility.
That I would allow this again -
over and over and over again…
Trying to account for every moment beneath suspicious eyes. Groundless guilt rising up, as I choke, words broke and unspoke
- while the little voice in my head screams "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"