Two that I wrote in quick succession in 2020. No titles, just some scribblings!
Push that bit further
That bit harder.
Keep moving, twisting, burning
Move.
Fire in my veins, coursing molten gold fuel
Push
Move
One more time, go
One more time
One more
One.
Ouch, limbs twisted holding
onto rage and fear.
No strength to carry even myself.
Weary and worn,
Pockmarked and sullied
Light ebbing away to
Nothing and no-one.
A twitch of a finger,
Movement.
Life restored and rising again.
This one above, had a little note attached to it in my journal that I wrote it after waking up from a dream that I didn't write down. I wonder what I was dreaming about.
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