And We Face the Moments

That. Is. Enough.
Why aren't we screaming?!
My lungs are past filled with poisoned air.
Silenced and still, but so very unsteady.
I'll collapse at your feet.
Don't you dare.
I'm not ready.
All the days and the moments
are just coming in time.
The future, in color,
isn't just a dream
like it seems to us now.
You said you had a fear
twenty times the size of mine.
But if you looked in my eyes,
in retrospect, you'd see
theres a hurricane inside me.
I've got no shelter to hide.
I've been tossed around, face to the ground.
And you picked me up
but kicked my back.
And I was speechless.
But I was grateful.
Though so much hate
never seemed an option.
If you go there, I will be done for sure.
All this weight just gets so heavy
and I'll collapse at your feet.
Don't you dare.
I'm not ready.