Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?
I’m torn between the beach and the mountains. The beach feels freeing, but the mountains give me a calm stillness. There, I can just be.
Silence falls, and then,
the world blurs, hollow and still
grief's breath lingers on,
sugar pill.
Fingers scroll the screen,
"Face what holds you back," it says
a click, no thinking,
"pubic hairs."
The mountains are still,
a room filled with quiet air,
the guide speaks one line,
"be there."
Memories crash in
laughter, hands, the endless dark,
too much weight to bare,
too stark.
Pain is not a wound,
but a cloud passing through sky
it no longer grips,
mud pie.
A dream on a cliff,
her mother gazing beyond
the sea speaks in peace,
big pond.
She leaves the stillness,
not rushing to fill the void,
just empty, just here,
Pink Floyd.
"Are you all right?"
She answers without a word
"I am still with it",
absurd.
In silence, she stands,
no longer fighting the weight
she simply is now,
fish bait.
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