Almost · The Art of Poetry

Almost

I almost went back to pushing people away

Whenever it gets too much.

I almost took the knife,

But I didn’t, though it would’ve been easier.

I almost not gift her the card

That was the start of this beautiful relationship.

I almost said those few words,

Cutting off this friendship before it destroys me.

I almost went home from having a panic attack,

But then she would’ve known.

I almost stayed in bed that day

Because my limbs were too heavy to move.

I almost didn’t sign up for the exchange

Just because I wasn’t sure if it’d be good.

There are so many things I almost did

Or didn’t do.

But now I know that sometimes,

My own fear is my biggest enemy.

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