Feb. 13, 2021,
You say I’m a classic belle.
You have no idea
how badly I wanted to hear that.
An affirmation that I am not the mess
I perceive myself to be
That I could be beautiful
poised
put together.
Foreign music to my ears.
When seawater rises to meet the heavens,
the Earth’s orbit changes course.
Yet, with revelation comes fear.
Fear of upsetting the image I unintentionally conjured
Fear that perhaps I don’t measure up to perception
Fear that I am not who I seem.
When the world changes course,
the moon crashes into the stars.