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Post from the Prison Exercise

Joie Rose's picture

Do you remember when you sighed?

 

Do you remember when you, you with this exterior and this interior and these identities, sighed?

 

A heaping, swollen sigh, that fills every corner, crack and crevice, each fiber of your being, every cell in your body, each layer of structure that holds you up.

 

And you think it is enough. You think this sigh will release all the yesterdays and prepare you for all of the tomorrows. But instead, you exhale just a whisper of all the hate, all the anger and rage and disappointment and all of the yesterdays. And you think it is over.

 

And the corners, cracks and crevices are empty. Ready for all of the tomorrows.

 

But you sigh and you realize you are never empty. You cannot empty you, you can only bargain a few seconds solace, in the big heaping, swollen sigh you expel, until someone says…

 

Stop.