National Poetry Month: Poem 19

Poem 19

Pent Up

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Like a freight train

Running inside my chest.

Like rain falling into my eyeballs.

Gritted teeth and short of breath,

I struggle to recall

The calm

Of the sea.

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