Rejection
Five.
Counting the breaths bursting from my lips
Trembling, remembering
Thoughts a riptide rushing, screaming at me
Four.
Cry out to stop
I can’t just keep pushing
Choking on the words that want to jump out
Instead knotting in my throat
Three.
Breathe, what’s the harm?
The twisting in my stomach,
Is just a figment of my imagination
Trying to hold me back
Two.
In I go, nausea building
And yet I keep pressing,
The only way I’ll get past this is by taking the dive
Otherwise it’ll only be seen in my dreams
One.
Over and done with
Nowhere near as bad as I anticipated
A gentle set of eyes trained on mine
My hopes voiced into words from another
There was nothing to fear.