(Barely) Swimming

Truth spilling out like salt

Fire in my guts

But stiff legs keep me from flight

Holding on to the happy remnants of the past and trying to trash the rest

Punch a clock, pay the bills

Vacation

Return to stress

Gnawing at thoughts, eating skin

Deep breathing, deep sea of relaxation

Oils, candles, scents, and bath creams

All amounts to the same thing

Struggle

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