Scared

Soft murmurs have quietly exploded into the air

Fireworks illuminating the cold winters

Of my worry

And FRIGHT

Gossip seems to travel faster than the speed of light

Never stopping to catch a breathe

Just dimming

Slowly

Painless anxiety chases down my dreams

Hammer and anvil are dropped down

From the heavens

Turning nightmares into reality

Who’s heard what?

When the story becomes a legend

And truth is swept

Over an ocean of whispers

The nails that hold my floating bubble

Catching the sparks from the brightly lit sky

Confuses me

And makes me doubt my reasons

If everyone believes the rumor

Does that version become reality?

And no one needs

To hear me