Finding Centre

Snow-white knuckles
Nails embedding into flesh
No rhyme or reason for me to fret
Yet my breath is stuck inside my chest
A cinder block damming up the rest
My heart rate is cranked right up
Water welling up behind my eyes
Tear ducts closed by invisible rules
Crying is only for the weak and feeble
The pressure is too much
To make everyone happy without losing myself
How to find my quiet and centre myself?
Alone time, solitary and free is an absolute must

Debbie Gravett © 2018.04.17


Daily Prompt: Crank & Fret
Image by Pixabay/StockSnap

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