"i gripped the bloody hand"

I gripped the bloody hand

and help it tight-

I could have done it on my own

and likely better

but the words failed to escape my sealed lips

and when they did they became

distorted

so I lived with the guilt

for awhile-

I mean,

how many years need to pass

before the running water ceases to form currents,

how many years before

I lie in your warmth and refuse to address

the stamina we both lack?

I became the woman in white

but I never told anyone about my secret ambitions

or lack thereof

because their message was clear,

after all-

I am capable

but wasted potential,

I am a portrait of the one who creates tornadoes

when no other storms rage,

I am my largest problem.