Whispers among me, my shaking arm stills Past aggressions I long to replace, For now my tears tip the edge of the scales Deciding on which cheek to pour upon. Just as my voice sings the songs of emotion, Something inside tells me to be open each day. Creating a sense of happy fright, exciting but dangerous. The Fire still kindles my toes just a bit, As I stand on my feet, and converse to the one that created me Time closes in, and I want to jump over the edge, But for now, All I can do is sit here and wait.