Monday, September 25, 2017

The Stall

some quiet sanctuary of peace,
a gentle breath of release,
thoughts spiral and spin,
non stop arguing will i win,

its in my head they go wild,
as it holds me back like a child,
my inner self is afraid,
of what was made

 of the past and the future self,
inner and external health,
time heals all,
a sense of relief in the stall.

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