By Ashley O’Hare
I can’t rip off the band-aid;
my brain won’t allow me.
It’s been through too much pain
to take chances lately–
it’s too soon to risk
letting any rain in.
If I cannot verbalize three words,
will you accept charades?
The words may get stuck in my throat,
but there is always a loop hole.
There is no predicting how this will end-
I don’t have a fortune cookie.
All I have is a glimmer of hope
that you will take a leap of faith with me.