Sep 28, 2022
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PROSE POEM
Rise Unencumbered Like The Wind
A Prose Poem
How does it feel, to be truly free?
Worry smudges the edges of my charcoal painting, and I use it to color in all the whitespace on the canvas of my life.
In some ways, worry is my reaction against the cold emptiness of whitespace. A dull ache is better than the dismal echo of space and time…
