Sphygmomanometer

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As I am lying on my bed

I think of the events that had transpired

just hours prior.

In my mind, suddenly an abrupt relief,

like a released tension of a sphygmomanometer

that relents its grip after it has done its purpose—

so will the series of unfortunate events

that had had control over me during the day

keeping me on edge,

and suddenly subsides after it has done its purpose:

to either drill me so I can become better

or to remind me that the best is yet to come.


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