Coping III

Some are invited with feelings embedded 

Seething listless while lusting for the same

We tangle ourselves to help us quell

The fleshless emptiness of our bodies

Stirring endlessly in vain to find something 

Something that will mask the pain

I wonder how many mantras I’ll chant

Before my brain is heeled and you’re gone 

Mattie Grace Levy

I'm a black woman, a classically trained oboist, a self-taught composer, and an introspective poet trying to comprehend my thoughts.

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