my wild yes

I left you for

another yes,

willing the

I Will,

the only response

that would ease my conscience

when he called me long ago.

But you still live in me,

my yes has kept you breathing

all this time,

and you’ve grown—

your fierce beauty

grips me.

I’m terrified

by your power

because I can’t let you

have your way—

it’s just not practical.

I need to focus work

and sleep well;

I need to pray for an end

to these awakenings at night.

So, go to sleep now;

I need to talk to my yes.

Hush, now. Good.

Yes, listen to me

whisper now.

Why do you have

to be so wild?

I thought you were

my smooth expressway.

How am I supposed to drive

where there’s no road?

Why have you kept alive

what would have been easier to kill

and what do you want me to do

with this ache?

Answer me,

because I still seem

to be holding on

to the old dream

and it hurts.

Why can’t I let go?

Help me let go, yes.

……………………..

my wild yes

by troy cady