Stress shows at the seams
pressure mounts, stress increases
seams, as freshly stitched wounds,
scream for release of pent up inflection.
Words leak into actions
a rusty knife across the heart
sometimes self inflicted
sometimes not resisted.
Experience mingles with hope
giving us the strength
to carry on, to look forward,
daring us to dream.
When dreams are chased
when they are captured
and balance is achieved
seams relax and healing begins.
Each life is weighted differently
some always remain eccentric-
off the beaten path most taken
though no less yearning for fixity.
Author notes
was reading "The dakest night of the year" by Dean Koontz this morning and he used the word "fixity"... the word stuck with me all morning so I decided to write what came to me when I thought of Fixity.
I am not sure how I feel about this piece so any thoughts or ideas would be welcomed.
Peace
Please tell me what you think
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