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Do I ?
The sickness is no longer in people's words.
It is in my mind.
To remember that I need to heal, Do I have to wait for the words to trigger the virus in my mind?
At the expense of a small wrist dance, I forgot what there was. I forgot the posture, the safety as words hug me, the comfort, the stream falling down my eyes as I hold a pen to write, how it takes the venom out of me, how it kills the illness, suffocates the worries and ease the pain. I forgot the healing at the end, how I read the self-made prescription, wipe up the tears and meet a sense of closure, moving on.
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