Breathing Easy

Loss of ritual
stolen wind
something familiar, past, now removed
stolen muscles
habit creatures, we tend to run the usual paths
we crave the typical
doing the same thing we did the day before
no longer
it shook walls but they still stand
three days, blackout curtains
on the windows, air raid sirens
put all the things back up
on the shelves and cabinets, now
ein dicker hund has passed over, no more bombs
reality will stitch itself a new look
if life was ordered and facile,
there would be little growth
breathing easy

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Stress, times bad and world tips upside down. We turn order on its broken head, create another routine because needs must; that remains until.. a vicious repetitive circle takes over, It's how life is, whatever the circumstances. We adapt or go crazy, and even that is yet another order!

Your words flow, thought to thought, necessity to need. No complaint, just Man doing what Man does to survive. Perhaps

[JR]

Great read, emmajoy, thanks!