I am stuck in the swirling spot below my navel,
Stuck in the canyon between inhale and exhale
Where movement lingers, thinks, and freezes.
I am chained to the earth,
Rigid in my bones.
.
There is no wind in the field of my soul,
No sunrise, sunset, or moonrise.
The heat death of the universe
Has struck the depths of my eyes
And I am cold.
.
Dreaming of warmth, dreaming of life, dreaming of breath
And falling through the cracks,
Sticking to velcro
While I wilt, lean forward into the grey
Lapping at the sides of my vision, the edges of my soul.
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Comments (5)
Great images. Loved it!
Whoa, heavy and an important piece of you. Thanks for sharing ☺️
Intense and potent! Loved the descriptor “Stuck in the canyon between inhale and exhale”
I call these my freeze moments, where I shut down, and yes, stop and breath. nicely expressed
This feels so relatable. You have such a way of weaving evocative words. Love this!