Coward

S.E. Rittel


I will keep shaving my legs,
Wishing I was shaving my head,
But not yet brave enough to cross that line,
Baring what little I still keep hidden.

I will apply mascara to tired eyes,
And stare myself down in the mirror.
I always lose, and look away.

I will run my hands over an aging body,
Never thinking of what might have been
Of secrets left unshared.

So what ifs are for the old,
And what might be for the young,
And all between lock themselves away
From thoughts outside the grind.

Until that day the razor slips
And reveals every secret of my heart
Free flowing to the world
That never cared to see.