Words are useless now.
There are choices ahead
to make in full awareness.
Is it okay not to speak?
Never mind, I won't speak.
Just looking is enough.
Looking and tapping.
Tap, tap tapping.
Moving harder. My
hand not hitting so
much as blending
into the rhythm.
Soft touch. Yes.
Because I can't "be"
that. I "am" that.
Nothing more. Nothing more.
Moving my body away from the shore.
Overwhelming sorrow-sickness.
But don't tell anyone.
Let their soul understand.
Whew! Glad to get that off my chest.
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