Sentence

Sentence





My days used to be labored.

I would find myself feeling heavy,

smothered.



Nothing.

There was nothing that could take away the weight.

Nothing that is until you.



What did you do to me?

I ask not accusatory but out of gratitude and relief.



Now my days are not so heavy

and even when they feel in such a way

I think of you and the weight washes away.



A harbinger, a healer with a message

that I thought would never be delivered.



I was dead inside but now I find myself

participating in a life that I thought had gone extinct

so many years ago.



Now when I see my sight is clear.

I am not seeing and living life

looking through that awful screen.



How long have I been away?

I have catching up to do.



I had a dream.

A conversation with Atlas

and he said to give him back the world.

My sentence was now done.





--msl2024