Maybe, Crazy, Good?

I have this itty bitty inkling

And it’s creeping and it’s crawling

And it’s sneaking and it’s calling

This little quiet suspicion

And some days I pay attention

And some days I have no recollection

What I hear whispered through my ear

It makes me laugh, it makes me cry

It makes me scream and wonder why

The audacious thought in my head

I run from it, I run to it

I come unglued by it

That maybe

Somehow maybe

He is good.

Dodging Bullets

It’s like running from landmine to landmine

Dodging thoughts like bullets

Saving just enough to make it to a safe spot

Sweat dripping, screaming, cursing

Crying

Then I’m falling to the floor

Sinking further

Reach out, take hold of something I can’t see

Close my eyes

Hope I’ll stay afloat

I feel my labored steps

Heavy, Hesitant, terrified

It’s more like a crawl

Out into the minefield

Ten to one says He leaves me

Here’s to that one...