#promptpiece

into

the side of the sofa

that sighs, and sags

on the left, from the heft,

of my burden, internal;

My heart holds heavy,

and my lungs are tired.

The load,

from my shoulders,

so weighted, it’s a wonder,

I stand upright, still,

but the couch has begun

to cave, and this;

The only external sign

You have pushed me Kicking and screaming Into rooms I thought Would kill me You never let go of My hand

You have held me Through the depths Of my anguish As I cried I am alone You reminded me I Never was

You kept belief in My determination When I thought it Lost in nightmares You revealed it had Always been near

that plastic one filled with the sand under my house it smells of salt of wind, of sea the freedom i had living on the beach

I think,

and the rain was coming down

in drops, then sheets,

that I lay underneath

for 14 hours, or more,

until-

washed-out, and

washed away-

the rain had stopped,

and I was awake,

and it was time to have

something