July Poetry

Inspiration comes in different shapes and forms. This time, it came as poems about the heart, resistance and the other side of me.

Tachycardia

My heart doesn’t have to

beat itself

out of my chest

My heart can beat outside

In the ears of my cat

sleeping on the chair next to me

In the blossom of the orchid

sitting on the window sill

My heart can beat there

So when my heart starts beating itself

out of my chest

I’ll just gently place it

somewhere else

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Stop the walk

Resistance is futile

It is also fucking tiring

I count every second I waste on resistance

They strut against my eyelids

World’s most boring catwalk

Yet, here I trudge

every second in this mud

of clenched muscles

and gritted teeth

Until I am just

So

Fucking

Exhausted

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Unclogging myself

This water has travelled

from the source

through the rust

through my tap

to my glass

to my throat

as I write

that I want it

this future

this me

this me that exists

on the other side of me

this me banging on the door

I will travel

through the rust

of my clogged comfort zone

get to this me

and come out, complete.