This sudden rest is
unexpected:
so used to being agitated
and unable to relax that
the collapse, when it came,
was almost as welcome as it was
frightening. After all the wailing
from the floor, all the rolling
back and forth in anguish,
I’ve ended up feeling almost
as if I have been reprieved from
the weight of living, though
my body’s a bruise journal
from the hard surfaces
where I’ve flung myself
so many times. The pains,
reminders
of what has ended;
my scrapbook
of what I’ve survived.
I wouldn’t give them up
if I could. I have tried.
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