My obsessively active mind
zooms in and out of clarity
entrapping logic inside
of a fuzzy pale fog
through which I squint to see
my fingers trembling
as I pull my jacket tighter
to still these body shakes
chilled by cold droplets
diving from my forehead
into a raging river of angst
and throbbing pulsations
that I just can't stop
until I breathe deep
and exhale slowly
then repeat
while I convert
this agitated energy
into a solution.
It's over.
I'm good.
-Michelle Stradford 2018
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RISING
PoetryGrowth, empowerment and resilience expressed through poetry, prose and musings. I hope that you enjoy my first collection of my interpretation of this wonderful thing we call life.
