I’m tired of being sealed up in this bubble
of perpetual doubt
Tired of wishing I could give more,
Worry less,
Love freely,
Speak Truthfully.
I wish for a thousand moments
of Hamlet thinking
Followed by one brilliant act
of courage
Not too late–
perfectly timed;
rewarded with freedom.
No cowering in corners
escaping the fates
Dreading the daylight like
some bad teenage nightmare
I’m tired.
May I sleep
with you?
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