Toss Turn

Fate’s in the face et…
Underhand deliveries
No longer faze

Having finally tamed
Mind to become fluid
It stays afloat in now(s)

Bleeding on stark slates
Spilling angst and joys
Chiseling words, verses

Sentences become potions
Assuaging “now” moments’
Emotional roller coasters

Caulking breached cracks
In life at large’s kilned vats
Affording serenity, somewhat

Ergo mind tosses turns poem(ing)
Guts as daily mental calisthenics
It being cheaper than a therapist
image is from “I Love Buddhism”


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