every day i rolled the dice
would they be haughty?
would they be nice?
i'd close my eyes, grit my teeth
they'd choke me out
they'd let me breathe
when i shared i never knew
if they'd brush me off
if they'd say "that's cool!"
if i dared express a need
would i be unworthy?
would i be relieved?
the people i today hold dear
always show me love
and prove they're here
yet now that i roll my dice weighted
i still don't trust
i hold fears unfaded
11/20/24