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Rhon-da L. Barbour

Swallowed

When I saw it coming
I got weak,

started to run,

and stumbled.
It wasn't suppose to happen,
for it wasn't in my plan.
Just when I thought I had control,
I fell hard.
Even though I had warned myself
over and over.
I was not prepared, and was
a coward.
Thinking my heart was
trapped made it almost stop beating.
I stood,
helplessly,
nervously
(gripping
my fingers into the sleeves of my black sweater).
I was trapped and being
swallowed by *love*.
And all I could do was *absolutely
nothing*.
So I held my breath and ignored the feeling,
wishing it would just disappear and go away.
But unfortunately it never,
even now it creeps into my thoughts, haunting me.
But I just *try* to ignore it and*
bounce nervously away*...