Tremor

I shake and I break,

knees bent as they watch

while I ache.

My wrist bones stinging,

my knuckles clenched,

my heart is racing.

I'm not sure I can make it through this.

Backwards facing,

the thoughts still racing.

I hold myself tight,

who knows the truth,

I could be creating.

Shattered souls,

hurt people hurt those.

I'm sorry for what I said,

when I felt alone.

I'm sorry for what I did,

to ruin your home.

And although, not to condone,

this life has feel very unknown.

I love you, though.

Thank you for containing all that you know.

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