only nerves

© 2008 unlabeled

A feeling, emotion

that you call the physical pain

below your ribs

above your stomach

below your heart

above your hips.

You’ve waited for this,

nearly half your life was spent

hoping, wishing for it.

It’s not what you expected.

The feeling doesn’t sweep you away

or cause a warm haziness.

It’s a stab of worry

a pinch of unease

a slash of doubt

a throb of uncertainty.

You dared to hope,

but instead feel only the things

that replace the love

you long for.

June 26, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

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