Tokens
We are taught
To live uncomfortably
So we don’t find a place
In life
To settle in
Shoes a bit too tight
A dull shoulder pain
After sleeping in a weird posture
Waking up our bodies to an alarm
Before their time
Reminding them in doing so
They didn’t come to this world
To surrender to rest
We are taught
To accept,
To seek even,
Everything that prevents us from nestling
In Placid’s embrace.
Feeling a bit cold,
Suffer some heat,
Resist tired souls and soar muscles
We are taught
To withstand our bodies’ requests,
Their cries for a breather,
For a pause, for a break.
To snatch control of themselves out of their hands
To then offer it to the Highest Power
It who no one actually knows
But everyone praises
The Master who wrings us out
And kills us dead
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So good! Thank you. The last four lines
“It who no one actually knows
But everyone praises
The Master who wrings us out
And kills us dead”
already made my day! Especially the lead-off jarringness of “It who no one”, which turns out to be a helluva grouping of words I’ve somehow never read.
I’m so glad you liked it, Leif! I have to say I too like the effect that it-person has 🙂
Thanks for reading.
I can definitely understand this feeling, great write!
Thank you for reading 🙂
Truth!
Sadly it is for most of us.
Thanks for reading, Linda 🙂
This is wonderful, powerful and those first 2 lines nail life down. Thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading, Wendy <3
the highest power
that no one actually know
but everyone praises
nice ending.
Thanks for reading 🙂
“The master who wrings us out”
Fabuloso!
<3