A fine-toothed comb
Runs through my being
Neuron knots de-conditioning
Liberating, freeing
My cells zing to life
Thought chains unbroken
So interesting, so possible
My being’s woken
With every new sip
Stewing thoughts release
Visceral knots untwist, unturn
Increasing heart beats
Skipping down the trails
I’m hoping it snows
I feel my insides untangle
No longer enclosed.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2023 01:39
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
I've never seen the snow so I can't relate.Nice poem however
Let it snow!
Great write
more power to you! thanks for sharing
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