Stress

That point when you're constricted; your shoulders are unimaginable knots thoughts blow in and out of your head the end is the beginning or is the beginning the end? tears linger in your throat the cliff is in view banshee screams echo silently scratching, they leave invisible marks But your eyes slowly open to an ocean horizon and the pain melts away that point when you are calm your shoulders unhinged by the Sun stress soothed by the waves