There is a feeling
In my mind
That never touches
My heart
The notion that I
Can do this
A feeling that I
Can change
And yet it travels
To my chest
My gut
And resides
A lump
I cannot swallow it
And I cannot breathe
The air is fragile
It carries me
Onward and forward
Into a place
I cannot see
In my mind
Where my feels live
Where my heart
Ventures not
Is not welcome
And starts the cycle
Tingling my toes
Climbing up and up
The useless organ
Traipsing over
Tripping over
Hills and valleys
To root in my head
Where it starts.




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