At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write from a place of pain.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – From A Place Of Pain
“I’m not lazy. I’m just exhausted from fighting my way through every single day.” Mimi Love
The Trauma Dance The light, dim the light, the sound , the noise jars, turn it down, no, turn it up, lock the doors, hold the blankets tight, shut the curtains, no, open the curtains, what, no, I thought you meant, O, I know, this is weird, I'm in the midst of, well, something, I don't know that I can give voice to the sound in my throat, in my mind, down my spine, my body, why am I so sweaty, hot, so cold, why can't I feel, so detached, everything shouty, angry, not present, totally present, so, up, no down, crying, dry, heart like a freight train, heart failing, thumping, no feeling, my head, aching, thoughts so fluid, stimulated yet exhausted, talking like a jet, craving silence, craving crowds, wanting solitude, shut up, please tell me more, will I bother, will I open my front door, will I feel, will I ever be real? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
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