Hour 1

Troubled Sleep

Wind, blowing strong and pure

a tale of strength told in swaying trees

rooted deep in the earth

that never moved, but did slip

through my fingers

promising fertility and sustenance

as if the fire burning within

wouldn’t devour every promise

meant to kept

Submerged my arms flail about

I am deprived of breath

deprivation is familiar enough

but my eyes bulge and arms still

I am left gasping



Then air floods and fills lung again

and I wake glad to be alive


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