Poem from my poetry chapbook: In the Feels

Heavy Sigh

Words flowing, tumbling
from stumbling lips.

Hands grabbing hands no
other dance to be known
or shown with a shaking
head, a clenching jaw.

Scraping the pain from
my face with a weary
hand, a restlessness
that cannot be tamed.

Choices upon choices
with none to be the
decision the indecision
cleaving a breast in
three where a tree
may grow, however
slow before its shade
can offer relief.