My chest hurts
It’s the weighted chest pain
That’s hardest to explain
The interwoven, the lingering
It spins a web across every day
It’s the fog you learn to see through
Because you can’t get away
Never the needle in your eye
The thorn in your side
It’s the routine of soft pain
The clingy sting for life
It’s the dull ache
Freedom, but on a leash
Your mother's kiss with teeth
You can think beyond its grip
But you’ll never be free
Alexandra Parapadakis
Wed 13th Aug 2025 19:33
Yep! Nobody is immune to the routine of soft pain and to the aches that come with living. Life is such a privilege, but that doesn't make it easy.... and if it was easy it wouldn't be as fascinating or special, etc 🙌