A Wooden Doll

The muscles of my back and neck
are stiff and aching
I’m like a wooden doll
and can’t move no more

I am trapped in my body
Stuck on my bed
The tides that have thrown
a fish onto the land
And the fish has nowhere to go

The only thing that is fluid is
the waves of sadness rolling
through me
My ocean of longing for you
And I can only dance my way out
by poetry

©RoseGirl2019

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