On my sofa
On my bed
On the floor, crossed legs
On trains
And any mode of transport
with sketchy wifi
As it takes me there
At the most inconvenient moment
In the supermarket queue
On the walk to therapy
When I’m drying my hair
When I ‘should’ be concentrating
on anything else, there’s
that urge and passion
I take it out, live it, breathe it
Let it air
..
..
Anywhere..
In my mind
In my body
In the branches of the trees
For the daffodils
For some form of closure
-and reflection
For, my trembling knees
Lying, on the snowflakes
Feeling warm and free
The words bounce and melt
on anyone
After bending without structure
Make them something
So they lose the sting of
discombobulating
The string tied, but fraying
That loosens it's grip
They let go of me
..
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