cursed-weak

the greatest curse that befell the weak is
the inability to stay well…
the inability to control the pain within.
the inability to depend on oneself to heal.
the inability to live through life without wishing it away…
it is the seizure of the form that houses still what wishes to thrive.
it is the suffocation of the very movement that allows air.
it is the misery of the contained…
it is the uncontrollable immobilization of the spirit.

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afloat

afloat
if for a minute
a moment
in this lifetime
grateful…no
no not yet
no now just
plainly resentful
that again
i am aground
flung into the glaring spotlight
a
grudging
contestant
stuck losing
badly
in this
waiting
game