So, maybe

things aren't always as extreme as
i feel them to be
or as dire as
i percieve.

and, maybe
there is temperance to be found
in a nescafe sit-down round
something wet and little
and shaking
whimpers under the table
while
something old and stalking
creaks down the hallway past
closed doors
or, maybe
cracked open, an inch
for a glipmse
a glance
and, maybe
eavesdropping is almost like
the first step
to participating
in conversations you don't know how to have.
one day
you'll be brave enough
to join in,
maybe.