Gaming Blues

Afraid
at first
afraid of what may be

Afraid of what will come to pass

freezing up,
hovering over the play button,

for just a minute too long,
before plunging into the fight.

Wildly waving,
firing at random.
Beginners luck, at its worst.

A door slams somewhere,
and discouraging slogans echo throughout the halls,

bouncing of cogs, wheels and giant saucers.

Entering a world of white, grey and blood red;
hysteria.

But with every passing minute, becoming more certain;
the roses bloom in full once again.

And at last,
she is in the zone,
unafraid,
but on edge;

After all,
when you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space.