Ms. Walker reminds me in prose
to pause.
After a hard fought battle
Or desperate journey
Pause.
For in that unclaimed space
We can turn tides
Anxiety, depletion, exhilaration, desperation
All taxing, heavy batons-
The instant you feel you cannot,
Do. Pause. Hold. On.
To that space ill defined but present
That holds nothing, Everything.
Fill it with your breath another moment
And
Wait -
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