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A poem

Moshe Forman
Lit Up
Published in
Dec 4, 2023

To breathe and to listen (if only I could)
against the gabble in my head,
lifting the bar, my muscles grind,
against their own pain, as my heart beats strong.

I am with myself,
no gentle reflection upon my day,
but a whirlwind throwing out pain and fear,
a centrifuge sputtering its load.

I return to the day, madding thoughts drained,
my being a vacuum, empty of fear,
sucking in the stares of others,
their fear and laughter, hiding their hurt.

I am the centre,
with the energy of others, drawn to me,
filling the void with a caring energy,
for a short while, before the voices return.

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Lit Up
Lit Up

Published in Lit Up

Welcome to Lit Up -The Land of Little Tales. Here you can read and submit short stories, flash fiction, poetry - in brief, your own legend. We're starting little. But that's how all big stories begin.

Moshe Forman
Moshe Forman

Written by Moshe Forman

When I’m not a poet or novelist, I'm exploring Self, Food, Society and History. And when I'm not doing that, I'm a technical writer. www.mosheforman.com

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