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Her Pain Dance

~~~
She extends
~~~

 Spine arched sharply over

Shaded green fields,

Facing her

 Daily mission.

~~~
She prepares
~~~

Like a

Lyrical dancer

Shifting her limbs

Purposefully

in

 Synchronized

Pandemonium;

Beginning another

Onerous quest

To reclaim her

Center.

~~~
She yearns
~~~

to

Unravel

Adhesed

Muscle fibers,

 Tame

 Rebellious joints,

and

 Align

her

 Misplaced bones.

~~~
She stretches
~~~

Fiercely

with

 Resilience

of

a

Brave Tigress

Setting forth

Deliberate intent

to

Free nerves

Trapped

Helplessly on their

 Path.

~~~
She exhales
~~~

Forcefully;

Hips Throbbing

Rotating her pelvis

around

The vertical axis of

her

Spine,

Drawing

Painstaking circles

in

 The air;

Seeking the graceful place

Where relief

Resides.

~~~
She resists 
~~~

Cruel

Demonic Forces

Contracting

Her tenacious fascia,

and

Summons

Strong willful fingers

to

Knead deeply into her own

Aching  tissue.

~~~
She sobs
~~~

softly;

Wrapping

 Her long thin arms

Tightly around

Self,

and

in

the

Shadow

of

 Agony’s harsh

Embrace

~~~
bows
~~~

solemnly

 to

stillness.

~~~
Robyn Lee


Equilibrium

We can be sure that the greatest hope
for maintaining equilibrium in the face of any
situation rests within ourselves. 

~Francis J. Braceland

On a quest to find my own equilibrium one day, I took a short walk in my neighborhood, and met up with the Stone Stranger featured in this post. I make the same loop around the corner frequently, yet I have never seen Stone Stranger before. He was standing there quietly, mostly out of view, against the side of a vacant home. Struck by his asymmetrical posture (much like my own) I stopped to look more closely. 

I observed he had a heart-shaped face and uneven jaw line,  just like mine. I also noticed that he was clearly unweighting one of his hips (hmm?). There was a slight twist to his torso, and his pelvis was rotated forward on one side only, as he balanced a sizable load on his skull.

I could not help but wonder if he had pain… invisible pain, unobvious to those admiring his beauty and grace.

Intrigued by this encounter, I wondered why this Stone Stranger beckoned me to his remote hiding place this warm April afternoon. If he could speak to me, I thought, what might he say ?

Farewell Stone Stranger…until we meet again.

~Robyn Lee