Flinch

To hold the hand flat on a searing surface Would be unthinkable Unbearable Psychical pain Physical pain Are equal They both light up the same area of the brain To hold a thought, a memory, of great pain unflinchingly Is as meaningful as taking a knife to our own jugular Yet we do it Constantly […]

She saves me

There is something timeless about nature Unflappably effortlessly implacable We look into it and feel our hearts slow down a beat Watch a flock of birds circle Even in the busy city streets With honking cars And busy feet The clouds drift gently above A breeze dries the sweat on my cheek And she saves […]