My heart is slow.
Deep into the tired ribs protecting it.
I can almost hear it sigh
As it pulsates one weary beat after another.
I am windless.
Unruffled by the news
That would surely shake a steady person’s world.
My mind is numbed by the anodyne
That is keeping my soul from crawling out its’ skin.
The months have been many
Since I have felt whole
My spirit has been persistent
But we all know that time takes a toll
On even the most resilient of souls.