Feeling Gravity
by Tris Kerslake
When nothing works, when efforts fails and you are all alone between the words you write which flow like rock.
When money halts, when bills appear to cover the entire fridge with bolded type that never fades.
When talking stops, when lovers leave because your words are hoarded for the precious page and know their place.
This is the time, when gravity pulls lines around your eyes and makes the heart beat slow and hard to yield.
And with its weight, it makes you think each breath you draw, each move, each yanking word you write a mockery.