awake from dreaming, she
hoards this unbearable
weight, keeps it
hidden between mountains
and the folds of her soul.
she holds the minutes close,
gathers them together like
down feathers or memories
to ease the chill of her skin;
unties the knots,
shaves her legs,
rocks back and forth
on naked haunches
in a room closed off by darkness,
looking for meaning
with her eyes closed.
the tenth muse 
powerful imagery. beautiful.
Powerful words…well executed. Peace.
Really beautiful and powerful usage of words.
well said, well done, good to see
i like this