Old Glory

Knocking at my head

are the wardens of doubt

And when the pounding becomes the

new silence I

step down the yellow-lit stairs

toward the workout DVD set

‘neath Dad's hung stars and stripes

There is no beginning no

end the instructor’s face shines like

Lauren Beukes’ girls I only

feel the swell and dip of pain like

ocean waves I only hear

his voice screaming I slowly

untangle

inside I am

I am free

Nausea grips my chest

Coffee rises in my throat

I watch my hand shake like its demanding more than a door handle can give

I watch my hand

I smile

I walk upstairs

Reviews

[Em]

Love how you've used structure to control pace - really helps to reader to experience what's being written about.

[Aldo kraas]

That is a very good writing of your poem
Keep up the Good work

[Olivia R.H.]

Thank you!

[Aldo kraas]

Thanks for commenting on
my poem