This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece

The cacti budding beneath my skin
Never let me rest
Their prickly stems poke me everywhere
A hum so consistent it registers as a second heartbeat
I have built a sturdy home around the source of it
For the nerves to go and buzz
When they are bursting against the walls
Itching for release
Through my arms breaking under the pressure of defiance
Wishing/ waiting for an out
Somewhere to put this angst
Unsheathe my urgent body
From this cage-like harness
I’ve been craving the purge
Of tension and adrenaline
Driven my feet into the ground with anticipation
The muscles in my legs ache
I want to run out of my skin
Beat new paths into the earth
In desperation and relentless searches
For freedom and deliverance from
The shackles of a breathless panic
I am riddled with flesh touched by fire
And I am yearning for relief

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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