Temblor
Should've been born a tap-dancer
Maybe that would justify the way
My foot beats incessantly at any solid surface
But that wouldn't explain my hands
Fingers fumbling around themselves
A false attempt at grabbing onto something
Something that will keep them from imitating earthquakes
Most of the time
It's not about grades
It's not about money
It's about having two hours between classes where I am left with myself
And every lost doubt I've ever had
Am I being myself today?
Well, am I already registering as a 7.5 on the Richter scale?
Something soothes tsunamis of unwarranted worries
Something cooler than volcanic panic attacks
And warmer than the aftermath
FEMA's not always enough
What I need is the one who stands, arms breached against the walls of the hurricane
And tells me I am not a natural disaster