I feel the ringing metal weight of my spine,
The copper dread.
The car seems to speed up, an unpleasant thrill.
Forces work against me
As I pull the handle and pry myself out of the car.
Bye, I love you.
So lucky to have such a mother. So lucky in life.
I pass them as I go, waving.
The crowds press in, but I am walled with skin.
Fear even here.
I sit and find occupation, forgotten homework, prayer.
Pray I can pray incandescently.
Hands on my back, a man with golden hair,
And a man with white.
A boy with dark curls wraps his arms around my neck,
Brushes back my hair.
They walk with me. They stride close and strongly.
I smile with tears.
I'm healed, and I am me.
Author notes
Mornings. Especially bad ones.
Please tell me what you think
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I'm wandering who the guys are. but i can feel your emotion in this piece as usual and yes i know how it feels to have one of those mornings. hate em. but you always find something good about it so it works out. keep it up! P.S. still lov the nbk!!
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The guys are Jesus, God, and Aenso.
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You express the feeling behind this beautifully. Great write.
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