Solar Plexus

Is it fear? Anger? Mistrust?

Or worry, perhaps?

Any higher and I’d say

sadness, but here it rests

this feeling just below my

chest.

It rests upon the solar plexus.

Nagging, gnawing

curling in upon itself

hiding, burrowing beneath

skin and bone and muscle.

I acknowledge its presence,

give it its due and

yet…I can’t seem to release it;

it weighs me down,

wears me down,

until I, too, want to

curl in upon myself.

Huddled and broken

bent in half. Wondering

if I wait long enough

will this feeling merely pass?

 

 

 

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