And Out Again
There are these moments when
we're sick and we manage to forget,
but then we remember.
Oh yes, there's a pain in my body,
a scratch in my throat, a cough in my lungs.
Yet, for a moment, I was myself again
It was fleeting.
I darted in
and out again.
There are these moments when
we're afraid, and we manage to forget,
until our anxieties find us.
Oh yes, there's a war in my stomach,
a tightness in my throat, no breath in my lungs.
Yet, for a moment, I was myself again
It was fleeting.
I darted in
and out again.
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