A Kind Of Letting Go
Vice like grip unseen yet tight
Pressure building through the night
It bends the light distorts the sound
A silent storm where pain is crowned
My temples pulse in steady aches
Like thunder’s growl before it breaks
Yet in its grip a lesson found
My mind is strong though pain is bound
Then comes relief in a soft embrace
A quiet calm with a slower pace
Verde eases weight and strain
A gentle hand on tethered pain
The mind exhales, the body sighs
Like golden light in smoky skies
A softened world in a peaceful glow
Letting my weary spirit flow
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