Stress gets the heave-ho. |
Stress comes in, grabs me by the ear, rubs me like sandpaper across the eyes, pinches my skin, stabs me with a pen, comes back the next day and does it again… All I want to do it to be healthy, all I want to do is to be happy. So I say to stress with assurance in my voice, go away, disappear, get thee hence. Tightness of chest, worry in my eyes, thinking about things I cannot control; running here and there, watching the clock, feeling my back muscles knotted and taut… Yes I want to live longer (and be healthy), sure I want to live easy, with relaxing. So I say to stress with, I mean it in my tone, go away, head on out, take a hike. Gritting my teeth, blood pressure up, feeling so dizzy I have to hold on, whirling like a dust devil going nowhere, walls closing in and I’m losing my hair… Stress, it is for health reasons I dismiss you, yessir for my benefit, I will now nix you. Close the door behind you as I open my mouth, go away, run along, make some tracks. Pressure packed, life full of scream, boa constrictor and harder to breathe. Nails on a blackboard, the weight getting worse, ears full of din and the living perverse… I am cutting out something to be healthy, I am casting stress away to be happy. And I hope it’s clear as you take one last look, hit the trail, clear on out, go away. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 8-12-19 |