Relax

It begins with a notion

a view of things unclearly

an assumption or two that surface

building to a loud crescendo in your head

conception of a misguided conclusion

Your body can’t help but retort

head throbs meting out the confusion

tight shouldered and stiff necked

stomach sours

legs demand to be reclined

an assumptions crude lullaby

Anger is born from such irritation

gathering mental images of recent conversation

and much needed confrontation

price of such opinion shimmers

exhaustion thickens

dangerous conclusions made in the fog

Your body can’t help but retort

lungs cry out for you to breath

pulse screams for relief

ears ring a warning

you’ve spent too long in the dark

Sensibility makes an entrance

inhalation awaits your reluctance

your estimation will be today’s annihilation   

the Friend in you exhorts promptly

conquer it

before it conquers you  

~2012 Vaughn Wood