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Rated: E · Poetry · Health · #2197997
Stress gets the heave-ho.
Stress comes in, grabs me by the ear,
rubs me like sandpaper
across the eyes, pinches my skin,
stabs me with a pen,
comes back the next day
and does it again…

All I want to do it to be healthy,
all I want to do is to be happy.
So I say to stress with assurance in my voice,
go away, disappear, get thee hence.

Tightness of chest, worry in my eyes,
thinking about things I cannot
control; running here and there,
watching the clock,
feeling my back muscles
knotted and taut…

Yes I want to live longer (and be healthy),
sure I want to live easy, with relaxing.
So I say to stress with, I mean it in my tone,
go away, head on out, take a hike.

Gritting my teeth, blood pressure up,
feeling so dizzy I have to
hold on, whirling like a dust
devil going nowhere,
walls closing in and
I’m losing my hair…

Stress, it is for health reasons I dismiss you,
yessir for my benefit, I will now nix you.
Close the door behind you as I open my mouth,
go away, run along, make some tracks.

Pressure packed, life full of scream,
boa constrictor
and harder to breathe.
Nails on a blackboard, the
weight getting worse, ears full of din
and the living perverse…

I am cutting out something to be healthy,
I am casting stress away to be happy.
And I hope it’s clear as you take one last look,
hit the trail, clear on out, go away.

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Writer’s Cramp
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