I sit, feeling my SPINE curved uncomfortably into the couch. My physical discomfort makes concrete the emotional space I am in. An email, a text, something sent, something received and a negative reaction is triggered. I spiral out and dissociate just enough. From a distance, I watch my mood plummet, spiraling, as if down a DRAIN, into a pool of yuck. Paradoxically, I float above my body and at the same time an inertia settles in, so heavy that it feels like it will never leave. Any attempt to move feels almost MANIC by comparison, so weighted down am I by this emotional weight, like a giant ANVIL, so heavy it distorts me to hold it. Then like magic, this process – these very words you are reading – create a shift, reuniting my spirit and my body. Each sentence both lifts a layer off and integrates me. I can now move and release the weight. Time to get on with the day.

Georg’ann

Resentments HOVER
each trying to be CIVIL
hold back their ANVIL

Heather