It was not that I was ever terribly thirsty.
I wanted the world to slow down,
So I could catch up.
It was not that I was so in love with the taste of hops
Or grapes, it was that I knew inside,
I might never catch up; or bloom, or be good enough
I did not know okay, was…. okay.
There was no wiggle room,
Only room to disappoint.
I never would have been so thirsty
If I had been taught to slow down
To listen to my own cry for help
Or a cry of any kind….
I was told NOT to cry,
Those tears may have rolled
Down my hot cheeks;
Landed on my tongue
And just maybe I wouldn’t
Have felt so thirsty?