What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Program me to understand
the subtle
Drivel masked as canyons
Colour within the gyrus
of the mind
On days when laundry drying
is part of the decor
it's also Sunday
"Who works in moods like these?"
I ask
If unreceived love is like
grieving
should I not give it all
to self
Instead I text
"Compare love to sneezing"
drink tea and get to work
Volunteer something
to die today
in you
The last bit
is the hardest to let go
I didn't know I was holding so much in
***
Turns out it was love
I was withholding
"What am I angry for?" -
I asked
"I'd like to be seen
for how much I do
every day", -
I said, in red
And I went to her
asking to see me
Beautifully she told me
about how I weave and hold
My anger left
I'm here in peace. And love
again
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