Distress

Sometimes I feel so tight, compressed.
I take in too much,
and let it sit.

It becomes a hardness to my soul,
it can make or break me
as my day unfolds.

So I stir my thoughts
when I get like this.
I ask myself why I got upset.
And as I begin to unwind the coil,
I find that it no longer has a voice.

Retrospect put a stop to it;
the invisible power
that I let dwell for a while.

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