The Synopsis of me

it’s fear that prevents me from
breathing big

I hold in and down my understandings
like trapped sandwiches in
plastic baggies
vacuum packed
and frozen hard as rocks
stacked to my chest

space for air in remaining compartments of my Self is
optional

but filling what’s left of me with
compassion is like rolling in silk
under birds song
as the sun defrosts the
sandwiches

.

.

~Tara Palov

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