Chipped

chipped nail polish still makes a beautiful shape

I'm surprised I've punched through from that land of escape

punched through? or overcome or ignored for my heart has implored

that I not get stuck there again. Because stuck I was but

not all of my own accord. 

Pulled in and trapped but have you gotten out before?

Or was that furthering into escape even more?

You're scared of that word.

The one you were reminded of with the chipped red polish.

It's messy. It looks broken but somehow still feels classy.

But not so much that it's stifled, for cracks let light in.

Receive it. 

Let that shining red word lead instead of fear.

You know yourself enough so let yourself be it.

You know enough.

About you. About him. About Him.

To move forward.

Polish still chipped,

But fingers equipped.

It all still works, you discovered when the switch was flipped.

Flipped by realizations, his and yours.

When fear wanted to trampoline-bounce the emotions he pours

But you wanted to let it open the doors -- and it did, oh it did!

With words so sincere and anxiety thick on both ends.

It's interesting though from it your heart needed no amends.

It was welcome. Is welcome.

The thought draws you in.

And you dare to imagine how that red feels on your skin.

It's new and nostalgic all at the same time

You keep needing to convince yourself it's no crime

To let it come through the cracks and be part of the chips

To let your heart brighten because of the switch he flips.

And maybe the chips will turn into clicks.

Connections that sew and so together clip.

So let your mind flip

and your heart take a dip

as you choose to fully immerse

in this trip.