i think of you in the mundane
just as much as i do
in the extraordinary.
my heart races at 11am when I
picture you standing right beside me in the
self-checkout line and for once-
i will not be all by
myself. my insides get all tangled up
when i fall asleep at 1am with my mind
racing, wishing you were right beside me.
you are every piece of my dreams and i am not
quite sure how you have managed to tangle yourself
all up in my life when i have yet to even let you know-
but i take it, i accept it- i do not mind it one bit.
i hope one day (soon) fear will not captivate me
and emotions will not engross me,
but strength will consume me
and bravery will fill my bones,
and my dreams will not be dreams;
they will be realities and moments and memories.
fear is the absence of courage and i am tired of always being the mouse; i want to be the lion.