poem

You’ll Want to Sit Down for This


There’s no easy way to say this;
there’s no way of keeping it in.
It builds inside of me,
telling me to set it free.
It’s begging for attention;
it’s scrapping up my knees.
It’s knocking louder and louder;
it’s banging down the front door.
What is it, you ask?
Well, where do I begin?
Do you have a chair to pull up?
Grab a glass of water
and a box of tissues, too.
I have a while; I hope you do.
You see, things like this take some time.
There may be some hesitation,
some mulling over facts versus emotions.
There may be some details, or generalities
until I become comfortable.
So please, bear with me a while.
After all, it concerns you too.
And if you must know, yes, I think you do,
it’s been there for a while
and it’s time to set it free.

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