This anxious melancholy
cloisters me,
wraps me up
in breath-taking blankets.
It’s stealing my light
and dulling
the trees, stars, voices.
So much sprinting
through my mind,
back and forth,
back and forth,
incessant pacing
between thoughts,
and I can’t keep up
with myself.
I’m suffocating on
self-inflicted wounds
that run the length of me,
and they burn
from confusion
and inattention,
from avoidance
and inaction.
I’m in a forest
filled with fog,
my hummingbird-heart buzzing,
and I’m trying to
punch my way out.
~Patience
Wow! Nuff said.
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Wonderful imagery.
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Familiar….beautiful words.
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