Relief

		I set the clock - (Only numbers?! “Look ma! –No hands”) – Free. I’ll celebrate space, no more numbness,- welcome, spree! The time will drain, rinsing all the cells along the spine, lingering in my thighs, stumbled by discomfort, afflicted… the day you miss me, (the dissonant chord), I’ll let go of my need to control the things, embrace the pain and then I will feel relieved…