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Calling my bluff
That moment of fear
I use an adding machine
To tally the pain
I
Put on the robe
& Light the candle
Stand on the alter
& Spread the shroud
Insert the dagger
& Burn the Heart
My heart, my alter, me
Always
Always
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Posted in On a Leaf | Tagged anxiety, fear, poetry, stress |
I am not sure what is going on after four reads but I’m lovin’ it. “To tally the pain” strikes me.
Qasze – I tend to take things to personally. OPP and all that. I’ve learned that clamming up & shutting down are the worst ways to deal with anything. Dobry.