IT-- march 11,2000

It's on the tip of my tongue
Just hanging there
Waiting to be said
Waiting for my courage to find it

It's in the back of my mind
Hiding deep inside
Waiting to be thought
Waiting for my courage to grasp it

It's in the palm of my hand
Lying so fragile
Waiting to be given
Waiting for my courage to open it

But I'm scared that when you see it
You won't want it
So I hover in my fearfulness
And wait....