For five days,
Kneeling to grit and acceleration.
Velocity wins.

Unwilling to let go of the fiery stick.
Clenched to overdoing it.
Burning.

And here it comes.

The morning of the sixth day.
Fully hollowed out,
a gust kicks up the smoldering ashes.

And there She is.

Whispering.
Be Still. You’re a work in progress.
One by one the fingers release their grip, the fiery stick falls.
The body sighs, and she gives permission.
Let it win.
Just for today,
Let Inertia win.

~ DK, and then it was the 6th day

Notes:

• Image: Mennyfox55
• Inspirations: Christie Foster: A work a progress.  Marion Couts, The Iceberg: A Memoir: Either inertia wins or velocity wins. The stakes are at their highest.
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