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Collapse is not an option


My own weight on the chair
feels firm on firm foundation
Collapse is not an option

Reflecting on those lines

A simple chair gives rise
to heartfelt reassurance
and collapse is not an option

The touch of hand on hand
so absent and so longed for
but collapse is not an option

Reflecting on those lines

I sit with vivid memories
which touch my heart to singing
so collapse is not an option

These past months steep my core
with deepest contemplation
while collapse is not an option

Reflecting on those lines

I touch these pages fondly
My journal holds my feelings
Collapse is not an option.


Lynne Nesbit

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