Feeling of Fixture

Earthquakes rattle from my chest

inconvenient at best

because I’m trying to get some rest

Silence the flowing capacious mind

before it puts my everything into a bind

hopes elope and make them hard to find

Words intertwine

as sweet-breath-flavored-wine

could it all be folly or is it a favorable sign?

Is it all tuning into notes of confession

this musicality form of obsession

the ideas are dancing in sultry procession

Stories of life’s greatest glory nods

and resilience that blossomed against all odds

learned to embrace my imperfections, instead of treating them as frauds