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.
Tag Archives: unwell
wince
your silence
makes me ill
my mind suffers in suspicion
the indignation of being lured
and fooled
my heart
resolves to mend
but winces at
inevitably
breaking
intotheindigo 