using this medium to scrap
what i’m not willing to carry today

unduly honor-bound

this has become strained
at the edges of my peripheral,
warping into a mirage of heat lines

and yet remains
wholly under my thumb
for now

TEEMING

how do you expect me to keep this up?

if
i am what i think about all day
and
i am what i do
then

come take my hand
because if He’s not here
then where?

despite my belief in such nonsense,
this could be a sign

all i need to do is allow my self
to step back and absorb
the scale

and admit to myself that
i’m terrified of
the Consequences