Rug Sweeper.

A second of honesty,

and a moment of courage.

I say how I truly feel,

now everything is real.

The adrenaline wears off,

awkward cough.

Courage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,

at least not to me.

–S.

Clarity.

Some days make one thing very clear:

I’m still very much the chubby, shy, and awkward sixteen year-old with braces.

Dreams and fear lining the depths of her eyes.

–S.