Poetry, Post-a-Day solace Posted by Wanda Olugbala on August 16, 2012 you don’t get to think about it hands over shoulders stretch arms as high as they will go and breath every ounce of stress every care away. repeat. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...