Tell you

 

I cannot tell you

How small it feels,

When life fits into one hand.

All of the moments,

From beginning to end.

I cannot tell you,

How scary it feels,

Not knowing where you stand.

Every day on a loop,

Every action is a demand.

I cannot tell you,

How choking it feels,

No longer knowing what can be bent.

Am I only the bruises

To which I now tend?

And I cannot tell you,

How scared I now am,

Because life feels already spent.

Every single second,

Borrowed and again lent.