Mon, 02/12/2018 - 14:42 -- Attica

It's a burning twisting feeling

in your gut

And knowing something bad

is just around the corner

The holding  your breath

The need to keep looking

over your soldier


It can manifest as a physical pain

Making you double over

And cry out silently

In agony

So no no one will come and help


It's the nonstop movement

The rush of time

toward the one moment

The one you wish will never come

When you have to face it


Whatever it is

doing your schoolwork

yardwork, housework

Paying the piper

Telling the truth

Biting the bullet

Finally Facing the music


Then the roiling

and churning

inside you goes away

Until later



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