Confrontation (The Waiting)

Hold your breath
Take your chances
Lay it all on the line.
These words could cost you
Everything
Or they could bring
It back again
There’s no way of knowing
Until it’s gone
And received
What the repercussions are.
Fears race past rational
Thoughts, feeling,
Then anger and
The quest for justice
For right and truth
to prevail
and in the midst of it all
you feel sick.
Because you don’t want
To lose a friend
But if he’s not really there now,
What’s the point?
What’s there to lose?