For NaPoWriPo Day 16: Just my own poem for this day, written awhile ago.
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There’s this whirlwind, a dervish,
Often, I cant escape it.
This sucking of air from lungs, a lack of patience;
I used to have every moment in the world:
It took forever for it to run out,
And I’m relearning this skill.
Some think they can be impatient,
Rudely shove past people, those who deserve it;
But, you can try to listen,
Even if they’re not listening or repeating —
Something you’ve heard one thousand times.
Sometimes you bite your tongue
Stop the meandering mental pathways —
Your questions; remember everyone has had a long day too.
Slide out of the tornados eye;
Through the winds blinding, and binding, confiding your sense of balance.
Dance out of the dust, mud, rain, waves, the anger;
Sometimes you breathe deep,
Turn your lips…
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