Out Of Time
There's something stuck
in my craw.
It feels like a heavy wad of dirt.
I try swallowing it,
and it won't go down.
I fight to cough it up
but it will not budge.
It's blocking my airway
as stubborn and defiant as unforgiveness.
White static noise roars in my ears
as I begin to pass out
and travel through a tunnel of darkness closing in on all sides.
A pinpoint of light is at the end
and I know that I only have seconds left
to let go of my
resentment.
poem by Sara Fielder
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