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Will I be forgiven
Sound of the engine
Then the gate slams
Footsteps up the path
Sweating on my palms
Key in the lock
Creak of the door
I see it start to open
Am I facing more
Clenching of my hands
White knuckle ride
Frozen, I just sit here
I really want to hide
My heart is racing
Pulse has risen
Clenching my teeth
Will I be forgiven
What became of me
I used to be so strong
My reflection in the mirror
Shows something's wrong
He smiles at me
Asks me about my day
My shoulders relax
Tonight will be okay
Then the gate slams
Footsteps up the path
Sweating on my palms
Key in the lock
Creak of the door
I see it start to open
Am I facing more
Clenching of my hands
White knuckle ride
Frozen, I just sit here
I really want to hide
My heart is racing
Pulse has risen
Clenching my teeth
Will I be forgiven
What became of me
I used to be so strong
My reflection in the mirror
Shows something's wrong
He smiles at me
Asks me about my day
My shoulders relax
Tonight will be okay
Published 3rd Oct 2015
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3rd Oct 2015 3:42pm
Before I was on the right medication, I can only imagine this kind of anxiety that I put in someone's heart. I was drinking, too, which made things even worse. I hope I can be forgiven for that someday even though she's long gone.
3rd Oct 2015 3:49pm
7th Oct 2015 7:22pm
THe anxiety and anticipation was palpable...good descriptive use of words. Welcome
11th Oct 2015 12:22pm
