These aches — I feel them through
the neck and shoulders, tension
up through cracks and crevices,
like the way you left an
impression. Fluid, let's move forward
swift and sound. Poignant like
oceanic waves — propelling! or,
neritic waters — upwelling! or even,
tidal sloughs or currents— continuous.
I will feel it all — in like water to the
body, out like tears from the eyes.
Admittedly, the horizon does feel far
and I am scared. However, maybe
I am not lost after all, maybe the
journey is now begging and truthfully,
this does alleviate some of the pain.
© A. Leigh
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
These aches — I feel them through
the neck and shoulders, tension
up through cracks and crevices,
like the way you left an
impression. Fluid, let's move forward
swift and sound. Poignant like
oceanic waves — propelling! or,
neritic waters — upwelling! or even,
tidal sloughs or currents— continuous.
I will feel it all — in like water to the
body, out like tears from the eyes.
Admittedly, the horizon does feel far
and I am scared. However, maybe
I am not lost after all, maybe the
journey is now begging and truthfully,
this does alleviate some of the pain.
© A. Leigh
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