Pacing up and down,
all I managed was a frown.
Wooden planks my feet tapped on
engravings once there but now, gone.
My eyes squeezed tight
Thinking with every ounce of might.
None made an appearance,
all I needed was reassurance.
The right words I cannot form,
only distracted by the coming thunderstorm-
"Focus!" I scolded
Good was what I intended.
Some things I cannot say,
But guilt is slowly eating me away.
It is time to speak or die
as for now, I will have to lie.
Love Rachel*

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