Thursday, July 18, 2013

Upper hand

I  know who I am
What makes me tick
When something is wrong,
Or when  I am roughly overreacting.
When I enter a state of panic
It makes me sick to my stomach
I do not recognize myself
Or  I remember the one staring at me
All too well
Defensive and uncertain
I am mean and swollen
Emotions overrun me 
So here I am 
Running on empty.
At times I am not in control
Without warning 
Or good reason
What is sure
I am on the brink
Of falling into a loophole
And I  just have to sense
When it happens
When I am this woman
Wearing stilettos on sand;
If you are that man
Not psyched but strong enough
To handle the times 
When I am losing the upper hand.