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Running around...

A poem

By Rambler's SocietyPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
Running around...
Photo by Christopher Ott on Unsplash

The dance…

we all know the one,

where you go around in circles, endlessly spinning.

You spin and you spin until you can’t breathe. Your throat closes, your chest tightens.

You suffocate under an invisible body. Your lungs can’t expand.

The pressure hurts your stomach, every breath causing sharp pain.

Then your legs go numb, wobbling as you try to stand.

Making your way up, you lose focus.

Inhale,

exhale,

you can do this.

With newfound confidence, you proceed back to where you need to go.

Inside,

out of the kitchen,

and to the computer.

Then the pressure creeps back up, gnawing at your flesh. You try to focus to resist the pressure.

You clear your head, you steady your breath.

Your eyes wander onto the wall, creeping around until something catches your interest.

This always happens,

why does it need to happen now?

Why today... Let go of the stress, let go of the pressure,

You need not worry about it.

You have no responsibilities.

No one can stop you, or your relaxation.

Just breath,

live,

and be.

This dance is over, and you are the last one standing.

inspirational

About the Creator

Rambler's Society

Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!

ramblersociety.com

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