EFT

I sing these thoughts like a chorus
Hoping that through repetition the
Epiphany while rise like a crescendo
Speaking thoughts out loud to the tapping
To the silent walls while the dog watches
Letting the light fall slowly across his fur
Stillness provides the most fodder for
Movement shivering in detached freedom
Unbound I start a conversation with myself
Speaking inwardly eating my words and
Nourishing myself on my own truths neglected

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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