KNOCKING

Photo by Frankhie Muthumbi

As I stand before you,
My hands are like leaves in a breeze,
As I stand before you,
My confidence fits in the eye of a needle,
As I stand before you,
I can hardly count the breaths I take,
As I stand before you,
Every inch of me crawls with uncertainty,

As I stand before you,
My knees shake and tremble,
As I stand before you,
You tower over me,
In my fears and scrutinies,
In my tears and insecurities,
In my thoughts,
In my doubts,

As I stand before you,
My fingernails left in my palm,
As I stand before you,
My fingers curled into a fist,
As I stand before you,
I’m questioning if I am ready,
Ready to get answers
To questions I never asked,
Ready to have you open up,
If I ever start knocking
~ Frankhie