Listen to myself?

I don’t know why i don’t listen to myself

I find it often too tiring to be bothersome

Too self-conscious to be blunt

But it never leads me anywhere good

I’ll be lucky if i get out unscathed

I know fully well I push my luck too far each time.

Saving grace

My suspect heart won’t let me rest

It thinks and thinks

And pokes and prods

When things are too good to be true.

A saving grace that sometimes

Is lightly begrudged.