The Slip

I'm starting to slip,

Walls cemented by past disappointments crumble as they violently fall.

I do not pick up the pieces.

I'm starting to slip,

An earthquake created by screams of all my insecurities being released tremble beneath my feet.

Not an ounce of fear.

I'm starting to slip,

Waves of fallen tears are now being pulled back out to sea.

They no longer crash against my cheeks.

I'm starting to slip,

Haunting images my memories have drawn are being erased.

Not a streak to be left.

I'm starting to slip,

The cage around my heart has become brittle and flaking away.

No longer am I a prisoner within myself.

I'm starting to slip,

Too scared to say I've fallen, but whenever my heart sees him I feel I've started to slip.