Opus For Your Thoughts
You assign no accountability
to your thoughts
as though their invisibility
excuses them
lets them slip away
in the dark.
to your thoughts
as though their invisibility
excuses them
lets them slip away
in the dark.
But what of the imprint of their stomping
the ringing in your ears
can’t you see your furrowed brow
is one of them
pinching you
from inside your skull.
the ringing in your ears
can’t you see your furrowed brow
is one of them
pinching you
from inside your skull.
Your body is not a shell
but a scribe
a devoted secretary who records
your quiet scroll of inner chatter
an opus of your thoughts.
but a scribe
a devoted secretary who records
your quiet scroll of inner chatter
an opus of your thoughts.
So loyal
your limbs read your library
of hopes and doubts
like a bestseller
your thoughts don’t melt
they are etched
into the lining
of your being.
your limbs read your library
of hopes and doubts
like a bestseller
your thoughts don’t melt
they are etched
into the lining
of your being.
Forgive the bitter ones
the livid
the suspicious
the uptight
but don’t invite them back
fill your skin
with new words
write your body
a story
of joy.
the livid
the suspicious
the uptight
but don’t invite them back
fill your skin
with new words
write your body
a story
of joy.
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