Emotional Rustling (Poem)

Heartbeats rattling cages

Writer’s Note:

Hello readers, happy March. I hope you’ve been enjoying the poetry. It’s a part of my writing I cherish. It has also allowed me to continue sharing my work while managing my course work. So if poetry isn’t your poison of choice, I appreciate you humoring me. Yet, if you ache for some prose I won’t leave you hungry. I have a handful of fiction in various draft stages. Nevertheless, I wanted to say a quick thank you for the continued reading and support. Until the next post,

- PW

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Emotional Rustling

Dogged and leashed 
By mysterious palpations 
Of the heart 

I know nothing to do 
But bark, 
And wait for a bone

In the meantime, 
My feelings go searching

Looking for: 
Their way out, 
A way to breathe
Fresh air, 

And not be
Contained

Yet, 
The doors and windows 
Remain 
Latched 

With rusty hinges 
Preventing
Entry or exit

I remain restless and rustled. 

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