Caretaker

Who do I call to ask this favor

To take charge of my heart

For I am truly a fool with no end

No center to keep me still or focused

I ‘m all over the place

There is no book to teach me

Or poem to tell me what to do

I figure to find someone who would know what to do

Intensity is ok for some circumstances

Same with being coy

I know no formula to make the two work

My insecurity of all of it turning away

Into the ground

Of loosing it all

I’m afraid so I hold tighter

Fall harder

So no I shouldn’t be in charge

I’ll only ruin it

You will do fine

Look after it won’t you

Elizabeth Almeida ©2022