Therapy
As I walk in the woods,
the worries
melt
off
my
shoulders.
My jaw softens.
My hands
unclench,
unfurl
like the wings
of the wild geese
that beat the wind.
March 11, 2018
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2018
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