17 January 2011

heavy: stone #13

Bound by fear, face down on the bed, the duvet oppressive despite its weightlessness. I am crushed; aware of my knees, elbows and chin pressing down. Indentations on the mattress. I will push the fear away; I am strong, heavy, existent. See the marks I make.

1 comment:

Barb said...

It's that feathery light space inside you that matters. That's who you really are! (At least that's what I tell myself.) The poem makes me somewhat fearful, too.