releasin’…

playin’

on the treadmill

of life

with a wheat bag

on each hand

relievin’ stress

holdin’ onto

its natural tranquillity

flowin’ from

lavender mixed with eucalyptus;

comfort is home

where my muscles

can

relax

stretched to the limit

numb

burns and frostbites

my toes wiggle

on the fluffy rug

like

on the beach

sand

between the waves of the wind

wrenchin’

my tenderness

concealed inside

where no one can find

that silent music

playin’

in me;

I want to scream

yet

there is nobody there

to listen;

I’m comin’ out of my shell

to the full blast

of the day

who is there

to grab

my bruised hands

to stroke my head

whenever I need it

to ease the pain

and feel a soft smile

shapin’

your lips

speakin’ to me

again

when I don’t see you;

how predictable of life

to deprive me of these

moments of consolation

meant to soothe my nerves

only based

on the wires

broken

durin’ a flood

of words

on my weak head;

comfort always comes too late

to be comfortable enough

in the sad truth of life

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August – September 2022

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