2022-08-24 #writing/poetry #poem-a-day
there are many kinds of stress. theres the night-before-test kind. the waiting for a first date to show up kind. the sitting in the line at the DMV kind. theres the frenzied butterflies and the headless chickens and the sweet honey bees. when you’re down in the dumpster and it feels like the world is sitting on your left shoulder, just enough weight to take your breathe and make calling out for help seem more trouble than worth, stress feels like a sore thumb, a cut lip, a bruised rib, not enough discomfort to warrant a cry for help, just enough to make you yearn for an escape, an end to all the madness and weight and responsibility. There’s also the transcendent kind. Divine & designed. An altar to importance.