Elastic

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Dream
Until it leans
Sharper and insistent
Until it shimmers
Between the shreds of doubt
Until it thaws
And comes back to life 
Until it rips
Through your diaphragm
Until it tumbles
In and out of promise
Until it slams
One door and pries open another
Until the pain
Begins to rise again

Until you cry out
In despair
Until the spells of vertigo
Are almost too much
Until you run
Out of tries
Until you fall
Out of tears
Until you bleed
Out of cants
Until you fill
Up with cans
Until you escape
The finality of no
Until your reach
Is elastic
Until you grab 
What’s yours
And 
Hold 
The 
Fuck 
On

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S A Healey, a happily married mother of two, is and will forever remain, a lover of words and a sucker for romance. You can find out more about her novels and other works at http://www.sahealey.com

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9 thoughts on “Elastic

  1. ….and hold the fuck on!!!
    I love the roller coaster ride of this piece, so poignant; so raw.
    Daring to dream freely is imperative! If you’re happy, to hold the fuck on, of course… x

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