The Weight
My heart is a kettlebell
thirty-five pounds in the walls
rib cage opening like wings
I descend into a curl
fetal memories, earthside day
air on my face, fire in my lungs
as I learn to breathe again.
My heart is a kettlebell
thirty-five pounds in the walls
rib cage opening like wings
I descend into a curl
fetal memories, earthside day
air on my face, fire in my lungs
as I learn to breathe again.
I believe this poetry was written out of passion.
This is a mind-blowing piece that will make any reader love to read it uncountable
number of times. Thanks for exhibiting your passion in poetry in communicating
with us in another form. @shawnamawna.
Thank you. Yes. I feel like you really read my heart, @emmanuelacheamp.