One Mississippi

I awake feeling both exhausted and restless.  Regardless, I feel the need to work but have such low energy, even getting the mail seems like a bad idea.  The mailbox seems too

far,

far

away.

My body is so tired, it feels like I walked from New England to Mississippi today. Actually, I think I was dragged there on my back because it is sore as hell. 

When I arrived on the Mississippi plantation, the devil filled me with a sack full of cotton bolls. I swear even my belly button is sore and dehydrated. My insides are so dry I wonder how my nose can drip.  Any mucus that finally develops must be coming from my lungs.  My chest is tight, like a barge pushing against the tide, trying to pull every part of my body out of misery and into a better place.  I try to put on a brave face but it is under pressure too.

My body is imploding.

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My reaction is to counterattack and explode onto the page.

I soak up the sunshine

and enjoy the breeze.

My mind cannot rest

And my body hurts,

so I work on my soul.

I’m finally wide awake and am content and grateful.  I feel the need to send my body rest because ignoring that letter of the law seems like a bad idea.   My spirit is alive and He is

so

so

close.

 

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