Retreating to breathe
It is better to be erratic than static
Walking towards the window
Breathing in the sweet air of morning
Feeling the pain of another day
Which was instantly erased
Once he had something to say
Shaping forms, strengthened and fed by words
He nodded gently, he had salvaged words
Composed a poem, answered the clarion call.
(c)Poetry from The ManShed
20/08/19
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