Sometimes it works.
When I grasp the pen tightly
Spreading words across a page
Letting go.
Other times I need to sweat
Sweat out the pain
And sweat out the fear
I need to sweat until I don't feel.
Letting go as my soles slap the pavement
Blurs of the grey sky and the green forestry surround me
Forgotten; the life that engulfs me.
Forgotten; the waves that slam me.
Forgotten; all the thought processes and memory.
Letting go as I slow and regain composure
Drenched in the sour pain that lived in me.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:22 PM UTC
Sometimes it works.
When I grasp the pen tightly
Spreading words across a page
Letting go.
Other times I need to sweat
Sweat out the pain
And sweat out the fear
I need to sweat until I don't feel.
Letting go as my soles slap the pavement
Blurs of the grey sky and the green forestry surround me
Forgotten; the life that engulfs me.
Forgotten; the waves that slam me.
Forgotten; all the thought processes and memory.
Letting go as I slow and regain composure
Drenched in the sour pain that lived in me.
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