The Mind's Exhale


i inhale.


there are knots in my Chest.

tension runs through my veins,

snApping at each curve.

my bones,

oh, how They scream so loudly!

i will quiver.


seizing limbs,

tHey reach for a stick.

and, oh so normAlly does this stick

slide between those fingers of mine.

my wrist twitches, my fingeRs dance in an easy song

watching as the stick stains

the paper

with symbols.

Symbols to read,

to express.


a body I call mine

relaxed after the panic

that iS no longer mine.


i exhale.


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