Shooting Ammo

By Shaire Blythe

February 5, 2014

 

Shooting Ammo

 

As I sit here, the words won’t come to me,

Even now as you hear me speak,

It’s only silence,

Only air,

 

I was never told to have the reason,

So no explaining myself,

And that’s real,

Take this for whatever you think this commotion is about,

 

I view a figure in the mirror,

You see only my shadow,

So many that I begin to feel I am ammo,

But there’s no shooting gun,

 

I know there is a purpose,

I feel it like I feel the warm sun,

Telling me it’s only going to get better,

It gets better from here,

 

So tell me what to do now,

Gonna lead the way?

Tell me what to do now,

I am listening…