Muscle Poems

The stress was unlivable and de-escalated. Then, not as stressful, actually perfect.

They’ve been travelling, so we haven’t communicated. Leaving physically, it was just not the timing I expected, instead, the doom is always near. Honest communication is contentious, but I’m mellow, in-the-middle, and accommodating. At a livable distance.

My steady progress is a busy escape into sports. I’m not arguing aloud, because bodies are maturing. My therapist indicated that anger keeps anger strong, so keep it stressful, physical, and frustrating. And Bobby kneeling, wobbling, and healing. Life doesn’t mourn all that well.

“Let self-love make those decisions.” “I don’t have those strong degrees and feelings.”

I write, read, but don’t watch too much TV, although that’s been helpful, but stimulating me too emotionally.

The energy of the home is lighter because of the shingles.