its like standing
at the edge of a pool
the choice
to dip your foot in
feel everything
drown in your empathy
or sit
and watch
feel only the slight of your emotion.
is this coping?
i worry
i may lose
my creativity.
or my
sanity.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
