The same old cycle,
Mechanical wheels of a bicycle,
It wishes for you to recycle.
It pulls you back,
It sees you making progress,
That you’re on the right track.
It lingers,
A soft caress of a lover’s fingers,
As soft as an angel’s feathers, a down pillow,
It promises ‘freedom’ as that of a willow;
Do not follow, do not heed, do not partake in the deed, do not even plant the seed;
The seed of doubt, for only woe shall sprout.
This time, there may not be an easy way out.
It sends and bends the intricacies of the mind,
A curvature, a maneuver, the bind of the spine.
Do not allow it’s lies to twine, do not drink the poisonous wine.
This is your sign.
About the Creator
Natasha Harrison
Healing via human connection from Trauma & Abuse.
Mental Health & Illness. Neurodiversity.
Lived Experience.
https://traumasanctuary.quora.com
https://themighty.com/u/auroranatasha
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