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Break Time

Ziibi

I have learned to stop
when that warm feeling begins
to grow
deep down
in the pit of my chest

you know the feeling
screaming stop
when you’ve reached your limit
no matter whatever it is
you’re out of patience
cultivating a mass of frustration
rising
spreading
consuming your body
hijacking your mind

I have learned to stop and take a break
before destruction begins.
River 5/17
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Published by Ziibi

aka River The heart of a poet and the eyes of an artist. The perception of one can carry a thousand hurtles of hang ups or ten thousand steps for change. As I walk along in life, my muses dance with reflection inspiring me to release through poetry.

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