I am not very good at relaxing,
I have never had a quiet mind.
When I talk
I trip over the words ahead of me,
tongue too slow for brain,
mouth numbing as I stick on a sound
and turn that over and over again
until I force myself to stop
and reset the track.
It is not a stutter.
It’s a meltdown of language
and if I hesitated to breathe
I’d master the sentences,
know what I was saying
before the noise was spoken.
How can I relax
when I do not know what I will say next,
or when I will need to bridle my mouth
and bite off the bullets
rattling behind my teeth
all to keen to gauge holes in someone else.
I am not built to relax.
I have not got the patience for it.
Daily Prompt: Relax
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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