A struggle.
The wind persuades.
Soft wisps of hair
Fall before my eyes.
The ends
Lightly brush my cheek,
Mercilessly tickle my nose.
Push them back again.

A struggle.
The world hurries.
Murmur of talking,
Hum of machines.
The noise,
Subtle yet overpowering,
Quiet yet drowning.
Push it back again.

A struggle.
The mind accepts.
My thoughts my own.
Silence while others speak.
The words.
People look but not see,
Hear but not listen.
Push them back again.

~031600~