Reins

Here is a dream of sweet movement,
something to find in the time
before attempted sleep,
something to bind myself to,
to embody, to walk in the steps
in which my feet rejoice

Here before lethargy paints
a bland blank wall,
let life bound up in me
and take the reins.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2020

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