Clinging☘️

This is personal poetry.

Dancing in the middle of a bar,

I did not feel anything.

No shame

No judgment

No fear

Only me and my company

We had the floor to ourselves

All our requested songs

We were just ourselves

Not a singe drop of alcohol consumed.

Yet inebriated

Enjoying

Because we knew

No one was even aware of our presence

Just a few spectators watching us crazies.

Then,

We came back home.

And it hit me hard,

I was who I always am in no one's presence

Free, determined, protective

I was feeling big, bold

Like I can take the world

Yet within I knew

I was just a girl

Leaning and holding tight

So tight now

That my knuckles are bead white.

I still feel I can take the world

But I realized

I cannot do it alone.

What I'm holding on tight you ask?

HIM!

I'm holding on tight to HIM.

Because I know

I'm always on this thin rope

Trying hard not to fall.

Author's Note

This is personal poetry. I always thought life was easier when dealt with alone. I'm happy I can hold on to something. Someone that makes my world real, ;) God bless everyone!