Even the WoodsA Poem by Monday ParkerEven the woods can’t calm my thoughts This time…. The nervous bubbles I feel inching Throughout my body Little fumbles of embarrassment Rising from my toes Tingling all the way up to my lungs Who halt… Still in shock Filled to the brim with that last thought. I try to focus on something else The rustle of the breeze Through the oak trees Attempting to distract my distressed thoughts Tingling returns Transforms into shaking Trembling At the memories of my words I need to find a release My center But even the woods can’t help me this time.
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