heavy body...nerves
Nerve's poetry about broken communication.
Branches roped around a throat like choking vines on a tree.
Communication hasn’t been key and I’m weakened from a debilitating disease that spreads like bad rumors.
Frayed + fragile, I’m gradually unwinding,
handle with precaution, I’ve been like an ungrounded wire.
Active in this occupied space, stretching, reaching far + wide, but I encounter shoddy signals, unreceptive to essential needs.
Protesting found faults and addressing multiple misfires,
I’m no longer in control.
let’s talk about it…
The second poem in the five parts ‘heavy body…’ series.
This is a poem that illustrates the dilemma + importance of proper communication. How you speak to yourself + to others matters. Misunderstanding + avoidance hurts us every time we fail to get clarity.
Thanks for reading my shit. I love you.
other reads…
peace.
alex b.
This had me curse at least twice. I really love this series
...and I have to ask, how big was/is that painting in real life? Screens never give that justice
My nerves are literally shot this week. Totally ungrounded, shooting pain from tip to toe, so, my communication becomes untethered from respectability, freed from restraint. And I can't tell if this is good or dangerous, perhaps it's both.