Written by Katherine E. Soto
Tension walks locked in step with me
Pain erupts within my body
When tension steps through the doorway.
It is an elaborate relationship we have with one another.
Few times I can get it to flee from me
Allowing me to have a voice within my own body.
I would like to throw stones at tension when it appears.
Sometimes its sneaky and is silent when it comes
It creeps into my muscles and head before I realize it’s here.
Other times it rushes in to take charge of my body like a cold
Passing through the body, only this one does not leave.