loosener

haggard old needs nag,

stifle and shove,

pulling at the pant legs,

dragging,

with that stubborn desire,

a hanger-on,

a leech,

a parasite,

making lonely days,

drip slow like molasses,

but to stand,

or sit, 

or run,

or work,

through the ache,

and all the chains,

can turn the fear,

into nothing but a shadow,

that you saw in the corner of your eye,

in a dream,

cutting you loose,

to energize,

to play, 

to dive deep,

into the flow.