Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: late
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Too
I am too.Too sensitive.I feel your displeasureI don’t know what to doSo I just feel it.All day. All night.I wish I could change it.I am too eager.You asked a questionWanted a volunteer.Pick me!I think.I have an idea.I am too slow.Tardy.Late.I was feeling those feelingsAnd trying to decideIf I said too much.Again.Then I realised the time.Too.I… Read.
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Winging it
Here I amjust winging it.Not flyingnot floating on a thermal,taking moment by momentno long viewbecause the energy comesin short bursts only.Wait until the last minutebecause the impetusmakes me do it that way.Run for the bus–Run!I cannot get there early. Here I am overthinking it,thinking about the winging it.I should plan aheadget my act togetherget my… Read.
