Within Him
With him hid a thousand sonnets
That couldn’t fit into fourteen lines or
Even words.
With him hid poetry
With him hid my frightened heart
With him hid my fears as he took them by the hand
To a far away land.
Among him settled my sadness as he took it all in,
Oh! Within him was courage to hand
me a gun, with the power to pull the trigger
Hoping I wouldn’t because maybe my
Hand wouldn’t slip.
That maybe kept his glistening green eyes
Glued to my crooked smile and boring stories.
~ Andrea Beyer
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