Let Her Fly

Now’s the time

To approach the line

In metered distance

But heed my insistence

Stand very, very still

For this is not a drill

String against cheek

I’m ready, so to speak

Eye on the prize

Do you even realize

Rings of red, yellow, black, and blue

But this arrow is meant for you

What if I’m Robin Hood

I’m just that good

and I hit your prefrontal cortex

and we enter a vortex

that we can’t escape?

Or what if I’m Miss Everdeen

district twelve’s archery queen

and I pierce your heart

and we fall apart

into pieces that can’t be glued back together?

Feet squared

Lives shared

Balance centered

New phase entered

Knees bent

Time spent

Pelvis tucked

Misconduct

Spine straight

Heavy weight

Back flat

Tit for tat

Core engaged

Mind enraged

Inhale deeply

Talk made cheaply

Exhale slowly

Less than wholly

Aim steady

I’m more than ready

But what if I’m a bad shot

an archer, I am not

and I miss the mark

and we enter the dark

with no lantern to lead us to safety?

We won’t know

Till I let go

Feeling sweet release

And tension cease

If it’s a miss or a bullseye

But either way, I have to let her fly

Sticks and stones won’t break those bones

but my words can be deadly