Golf balls
Clamour away in my stomach
Creating a burdensome, sinking feeling.
A stillness
Brings the collision of emotion to a halt.
What’s forward
But terrifying uncertainty
The impossibility of backward motion haunts me
A cry for help:
Find me
Hold me
Release me
these words by Jess Goldson were inspired by the work of Sylwia Kowalczyk
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