Roots

Sentences do the heavy lifting so hearts can find calm

Thoughts

Dancing in the grey matter.

Wondering where they are headed to…

Maybe to a serene park with tea

Nah

Probably the cavernous dark

Thoughts have lived too long in layers of stark

Where movement was prohibited

A jab to the heart

The heartbroken pitch reverberates

Acidic liquid burns the esophagus

Lungs yearn for breath

Thoughts resided in the attic without release

The fog consumed the sandbox

To produce grown trees with erratic roots

Jaded thoughts look for lucent ferns

Dreams to grow sustained roots

From compost made from grit

Only they know how to reach the light

But will experience intolerable slight

Thoughts live in the recoil

But Thoughts,

I have a song for you

Come dance with me, pained words

Let me catch you with your drenched tears

Along with your bloody stems

I will use a net

You may confuse this as restraints

But I promise you

Soon, there really will be stars

You need cradling and swaddling

I see your vigilance tearing your thoughts

Fearing for antiquated flames to resume

You forget they are ashes…….now

Come out frayed words and I will comfort you with safe down.

Only the highest count for your fight for ground

Your words have knives in them. You can also put them down.

You never had a state of calm

But you are safe in this coveted space

The net is here for your reveries.

You make metaphors out of pain

Chicken soup out of remains

Rice from grains

You refuse to refrain

So, the strain can finally drain

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