Bring On The Storm Poem by Ruby James

It leaves a bad taste in my mouth,
What I've left undone that is
I try to wash it away,
I scratch and I scratch
But the rash of regret never truly fades.
The memory of the itch,
The tear of what I missed creates
A hole.
This vacuum can eat everything I have built,
Creating Fear.
The burn of loss invades and gets under my skin.
It grows and grows,
Expanding into the future.
You feel the sunburn before even stepping outside,
But you cannot hide.
You cannot fail if you have the will.
Don't be afraid of moving slowly just as long as You
Never stand still.