A Stiff Wind off the Ocean

Feeling Sad and Tired
Feeling Sad and Tired

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lungs expand. (rather shallow, i think.)

breath releases. (little rattles, i hear.)

eyes blink.

heart beats.

eyes blink.

heart beats. (pounding a bit, i ponder.)

thoughts race.thoughts race,thoughts race.

thoughts race,thoughts race,thoughts race.

(much stress, much stress, i know.)

shoulder throbs.

back aches.

neck tightens.

hands burn.

feet pinpricks.

arms tingle.

( relief soon?, i beg.)

(i’m so sorry, i pray.)

dream awake.

pain follows.

deep inside.

pain invades.

(i’m too young, i cry.)

look up.

brilliant sky.

look around.

beauty abides.








Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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