Easy
- Adrian Woodland
- Jan 15
- 1 min read
How easy, it be
To walk back into misery
On the cusp of being free
And Happy
How easy, it be
To ignore that unease, the one that lingers from start
Moments missed, erased, blunting that pointed dart
Only later, when apart
Lends broken heart
How hard, it be
To inhale cold breath
To exhale all that tightens blood flow
To move freely, without request
The movement of the chest
Into space void of sadness or regret.
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