At the end of the rat race worship
Stage of all, to each their own
Some water to sweat,
Some tears to wine,
No questions asked,
I no longer wonder why.
Mind and body at still, at last
Muscles come to rest
Supported on all fronts and backs
As I want to be.
Silence is a myth,
But I can settle for less
In a room where no visitation granted
My space, my air,
Relief of emptiness equal to freedom from things.
And yet time comes
When after-hours solitude
Becomes too much
Then – I remind myself
That if no one cares to wonder of my existence
Be it a phone call, or a simple “hi” text,
My body, through my muscles, hugs itself
On millions of levels
From skin to sarcolemma,
Tight with purpose,
Ever at work,
(whether I’m at or not)
Silent in vibration of life.
In that silent hug enterprise
I smile to the air in the dark.
the image was copied from Wikipedia and butchered by me. thankyou.