Juggling emotional
hand grenades,
I feel them
for an instant within
my quivering grip,
then
with a flick of the wrist,
I shake them loose.
Bringing the next one
home to roost.
If I stop for a second,
or lose concentration.
Boom.
There seems no way
to diffuse the situation.
I feel them
for that hot moment,
cold to the touch.
A slight buzz in my ears,
my fears echoing
as my mind
is twisting its gears.
Time slows down,
for a split second.
I am zoned out.
Only me and the
emotional explosion
encased in metallic shell.
Just a thin membrane
between life and hell.
And then it's launched again.
Is this one love, anguish or pain?
I feel it heavy in my grip. Can't slip.
If I do, that will be the end of it.
Can stop, there are
too many twisting
through the air.
So, I feel it pulsing against my wrist
aching arms, muscles torn, ripped to bits.
Even a light weight repeatedly thrown,
wears away at your aching bones,
when time is on a constant loop
and you haven't stopped
in a century or two.
Another one joins the mix,
thrown from the crowd,
that want me to miss.
They won't admit,
but they only watch
in the hope of
some gory bits.
But I keep my wits,
Juggling love, hate, anger, pain,
hurt, betrayal, fear, dismay,
What if I fail and these grenades
all land at my feet?
Or I could place them down gently,
placing the pin back in
If I take each moment calmly and breathe again.
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