A Promise

I am the hand that has been covering your mouth.
I am the reocurring nightmare you�ve been having for a year.
I am the slow grocery market cashier.
I am the friend that isn�t answering the phone when you�re in need of someone to talk to.
I am the interference in the line when the internet signs you off in the middle of a journal entry you haven�t quite saved yet..
I am the fear you have of taking your drivers test.
I am the failure you avoid by not taking your GED.
I am the last day of the year that always makes you cry.
I am the gas light that goes on in your car when you�re broke.
I am the broken zipper on your suitcase coming down the luggage return track... showing everyone your panties.
I am the woman who keeps calling your house with the wrong number.
I am the noise all those awful teenagers are making in line that are standing in front of you at Disneyland.
I am the bald spots on your head showing in the wind.
I am the loneliness you feel on certain nights when the house is quiet.
I am the bit of light peeking through the blinds when you�re trying to sleep.
I am the hair that you pull.
I am the fat that you pinch on your body.
I am the cavity in the back of your mouth that needs a root canal... you�re so afraid.
I am the hand that picks you up when you are down.
I am the one you are letting down.

I am you.

But I am not the fraction that broke your heart,
and life
will be better
because of it.

And from now on, I am that promise.
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