Divorcing Still

In the meanwhile, I retreat from the pain. I vacillate, I fluctuate, I dive in a sine-wave down the submerged hallways in the back of my brain and finally when I think I’ve used up all my breath and can’t continue and will surely remain there in the darkness forever, I re-emerge from that cold pool of memory, oldness floating oil-slick on top and coating my body as I step back out into life.

That oldness will rub off or be washed off by newness as I keep moving, keep breathing, stay awake and rediscover now-elusive balance.

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