stanzas of surrender

[ianinna]

i. Sometimes
the rolling one's shoulders

becomes

a burden

instead of giving relief,

and breathing
becomes a restriction,

not release.

ii. crushed
is something
you get out of lies
packaged as truth.

iii. often, in the height of youth,

old age
           catches up with you,

and life becomes succulent feed

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[augustfai]

and there are mornings when peanut butter
and migraines are spread liberally on toast,

paired with poached eggs
whose yolks hide despair,

and served with
looming
disappointment

stirred
into the orange juice,

on a silver serving tray.

my favorite favorite favorite. *hugs* love.

[ianinna]

That stanza was the most difficult one to write. I think the wording needs more work, but I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid of being too angsty. (A few years ago, I never would've thought that.)

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