It’s a decent amount.
A load.
My legs are exposed
To a world hellbent.
Ambulatory ambulance.
The roses wilt in a bowl,
The coals of rigidity burn.
Burning embers ignite.
Dancing can be cathartic.
I feel silly in these shoes.
Can I fit into this chair?
Who is it mocking me?
I know your face,
Names elude me.
Catharsis cryogenic.
I feel frozen.
Is it snowing out?
The white haze blurs.
There’s a fire in the sky.
Screaming is cathartic.
The stars are hidden,
A nighttime walk,
Family talks,
The support is real.
I feel cold.
Can we turn up the heat?
My mouth hurts.
Well, not my mouth.
My voice.
My voice is the murder of my throat.
Scapegoat.
Scraped, coats with blood.
I try to escape;
I’m weighed down.
Eat my frown.
Cat claws me.
Bleeding is cathartic.
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Bleeding is cathartic seems like a term used in the days when they did bleeding as a surgical procedure. A most interesting poem, full of introjections. Cryogenics do they still do that?
That is a good question, my friend. Evidently so. Thank you so much for reading and engaging. Indeed, it does have a blood letting feel to it. I am glad the poem resonated. ❤️🙏
isn't it difficult to speak when it feels like a knife is in your throat? how long will the roses remain rotting... release is relief.
Indeed, it is. Good question, on the rotting roses...but yes, release is a relief for sure! Thank you so much, my friend, for reading and your deep engagement. Always appreciated! ❤️🙏
of course, thanks for your deep writing!
❤️🤗
As long as they are red dancing shoes, however ill-fitting they may be, more dancing we will see!
Hahaha! Indeed! Lol!😂 Thank you for your time and engagement, my friend! Much appreciated! 🙏❤️
Your welcome!
You tried that cryogenic therapy - a tub at about a million degrees below freezing? Well, up about -200C really.
Yes - barber-surgeons in days of old. Were people there just for a haircut? Their red and white poles are ominous. The red is for.....argh!
Yeah! Barbers were cathartic…who knows, maybe some still are! 😂 Thanks for the read and the comment! Much appreciated!
"My voice is the murder of my throat" - never came across something so profound. "coals of rigidity burn" another rare gem. Exceptional work in my humble opinion
Wow! Thank you so much my friend! I am glad this poem delivered and those specific lines delivered and I truly grateful for your time and your thoughts. Always appreciated! 🙏🖤
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