I used to talk to fill up the space
Words tripping, fluttering from my mouth
And I became my own white noise
Felt you always lurking in the hallway
Peeking through the doorway until I slammed
The door, loud crash that would reverberate
Slamming into the walls, I hadn’t always
Been so welcoming to you and you had been patient
While I clumsily stumbled and I pushed you away
Afraid of your embrace, my nerves jerked and jumped
Moth wings my lips, and the words tripping, fluttering
From my lips, and you had always been a light
Flickering, hand out-stretched, your smile invited
I don’t know why I had been afraid
Poetic Trials 