The Knot

The Knot

There’s a knot in

My stomach that won’t come undone

It’s years and years of holding in 

The sum of not saying 

no!

Saying I’m alright

avoiding a fight

of seeming small

afraid to be tall

not speaking up

mouth taped shut.

Fear

growing year by year

The knot’s still there

as I wash my hair

put on my face

for the rat race.

The knot, the knot 

won’t come undone,

in my stomach 

in my tum.

Please someone help 

bring reprieve,

this feeling 

    this feeling 

just won’t leave.

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