The Test Of Patience

I hate when I am on my way
and something or someone
stops me for a second.
I want to move but words,
a mistake, or policy that seems
so extreme at the time,
forces me still, like
chains on a chair,
on my wrists and feet,

I Have No Control

To know that this special one

inside of me could become a
thing that I've never known,
tortures me, as I have
no control. And although
unexpected, the news keeps me
attached.

A smiling heart
as my mind wonders
what you might look like
if these selfish bodies inside me

Grown Kid

Being still, trying to collect yourself
in a space with no noise,
no chatter, but it
taps you anyway because
rules do not expire,
that with no regard to age.
Moving along the time

Disappointed

Listening to her voice-shouting
echoes, disappointed eyes,
spit flying across the room.
Can only look down during this
full-length lecture about