copywrite Sara Godinez – 2018
Cold Steel
Staring down the barrel is how I used to say
I am tired, I am scared, I don’t know how to move away
from this never-ending circle of building and decimation.
Never trying once just to observe the devastation.
I couldn’t stop to sit in the darkest corners of my mind,
listening everyday for the constant hum of my rhymes,
when I knew that what was coming was a million times
worse than what I could imagine no matter how hard I tried.
And even now when I start to stop and think
and remember all the times I knew I was at the brink
of staring down a barrel and knowing it was about to blow,
and the cold steel would hit my serenity without any way to make it slow,
I knew it wouldn’t be forever.
