Poetry

Drumming my fingers

Drumming my fingers
Nervous in expectation
Of coming events
Of nearing acts

Feeling them sharply
Sensing them fully
By touching tension
By denying facts

Saying it loudly
Accepting tension’s presence
Through heart’s decision
Through reason’s fights

Reaching peacefulness
Breathing harmony
When there is silence
Soaring to heights

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