Relief
I look at the blank screen.
I look at the mismatched alphabet.
My fingers glid over black keys
my lungs burning like I had run a race
while sitting.
My thumb answers the call of the green arrow.
My heart once the size of an elephant.
The bright screen reads my woes.
All while I was sitting.
All while I was sitting.
A message so small
with a massive meaning.
My heart the weight of an elephant
now the weight of a kite.
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Hey Y'all,
Another poem. Hope you enjoy.
~ B. Whetstone
