Keeping that coin poised
just so, over the expectant slot.
Holding our breaths despite the darkness,
bleeding on in.
The way out is already well-mapped.
Change is just a coin-drop away.
You said I’m nothing without this dark,
That I’m broken but safe if I stay.
I felt a scream about to crystallize,
To shatter our wine-glass life.
But I’m still waiting for permission,
to let this strained voice out.
I want to shake you,
Break this cruel static buzz,
Drop the penny,
Take the ride to the bright other side.
But the air is granite, I can’t breathe in.
I’m still keeping that coin poised,
Right over my future.
Don’t think I’ll ever be ready,
To step out the door,
What the hell am I waiting for.
© Accidental Tentacles 2020