pull down my heavy shades.
Close them loosely,
as the light blanket
of a child's dreams.
Lay back against the pain.
Surreal thumps
that drastically grasp
the inner gears
of my working being.
Lay patiently.
It will pass.
The heavy footstep
I implant on the nineteenth
rung of the wooden ladder,
causes the step
to sing with strain.
Such a ladder
that lays strewn
across the green dancing grass
that is my other side.
Patience, It shall pass.
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