Angry days spent in bed with a broken knee, angry thoughts that i have to take out and store away... this is one way...
Nausea:
There there, better
out than in
When nausea prevails
When disturbance
settles in
Take a breath I say
And work that
momentum within
Just beware
No one needs
formulaic prayers
Or a death on a
balcony
Hide your dramatics
in layers
As thin as your words
should be
If you must be a
purveyor
Of a harsh
authenticity
Remember that
It’s the moon, not
the winds,
That commands the
tides slowly…
and this is how the original post was (but i had to put the text alone...)
