Teenager

Teenager

Written by: Dave DeRose

Pensive heart pounding

Gentle surgical fingers grasp the icy knob

Rotate slowly

The thin door never felt so heavy

Breaths shallow, controlled, chest tight

Large frame tip-toeing

Channeling a ballerina's grace

Wood creeks, I slow, palpitations painful

Percussions so intense they rattle my throat

Nerves strung are tightropes
Heightened sense of awareness

If caught, a mistake unforgivable

If I make it, a stolen pebble from the masters hand

Passing by my parents door

Slow and steady

Face hits a cold pillow with a heavy sigh

Relief

I made it