My heart yearns
For the day when
I am stress free
And my tense neck
Is no longer painful.
I await the day when
I can allow my hair
To fall upon my shoulders
Without reaching for
Bundles of it to tear at.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 228
My heart yearns
For the day when
I am stress free
And my tense neck
Is no longer painful.
I await the day when
I can allow my hair
To fall upon my shoulders
Without reaching for
Bundles of it to tear at.