Under the Rug

Unbridled sadness sweeps
me under the rug
on the floor of oblivion,
where cringing and
standing tall are the same.

My oceans are vast,
my salmon are few,

swimming with me under this rug;
my heart is
a defiant afterthought.
Fear, anger, despair, hope:
indulgences all.


under the rug

(salmon at Willamette Falls: Wikipedia; rug: Home Design Ideas)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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3 Responses to Under the Rug

  1. Lovely, haunting words.

  2. Debra says:

    I read this several times, Jim. It’s really beautiful in composition, but also stirring in consequence. I particularly respond to “where cringing and standing tall are the same.” That’s a heavy weight and I feel it as you speak it.

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