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.

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2023 01:39
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 8
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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  • David Wakeling

    I've never seen the snow so I can't relate.Nice poem however

  • Introverted Sage

    Let it snow!
    Great write

  • L. B. Mek

    more power to you! thanks for sharing

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