Ticking Time Bomb.

The anticipation

is killing me.

Not the good kind,

Where your stomach fills

with dancing butterflies.

Where your head is filled

with hope and joy.

Where all you want

is to fast forward

and get to where you want to be.

No.

I have the bad kind,

The kind that puts your stomach in knots.

The kind where your head is filled

to the brim with noise.

The kind that makes you want to dig your heels into the ground,

begging

for time to stop.

That's the kind

of anticipation

I have.

And I pray to God

that I have the strength

to make it through.