“Catharsis”

by A_F_R_O_W

 

Suddenly,

the pressure

fell away.

Like scales,

discarded.

Like, stopping,

mid-sentence…

for no pur……… pose..

other, than,

you,

simply,

can.

The weight of expectation,

no more,

strained the mind..

Nor,

the waiting,

defined.

Rather,

transformed,

into

palpable anticipation.

Palpitations,

put to rest.

No test, to pass.

No quest, to prove.

Touchable transfiguration,

determines

the next move.

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