If I saw her I would have run. But the shadowy figure had been me…and, I know what that means.
Just a hop, skip and a jump! As, I am aware of every morning. Even that athletic tussle…would not set me…free.
Awareness and chronic pain go hand in hand.
You cannot ignore…What you can no longer stand.
In the midst of night dreams. There are aggressive ‘let me out!’ Bouts of terror.
Within the scope of words and phrases…I have searched.
Nothing has prevailed.
Deep-rooted is the ache that lives with me on earth.