Monday, January 31, 2011
A Slow Burn
It's not like my life is all over, not really.
There's no drama, or trauma or tears to be seen.
No ones hurting me, and there won't be a scar.
It's just a slow burn...
that's killing me.
Just when I started to think I'd be moving
Away from the sidelines and onto the field
My shoelaces trip me; I fall on my knees.
I'm tired of pretending I can fail with grace.
But what can I do but keep trying to make it
Put the show on, and go on, is what I must do
Can't let the slow burn...
keep killing me.
Caren E. Salas