I am overwhelmed, like a cat
That has been overstimulated by loud
Sudden noises and
Bright lights that hurt the eye
Except all of this chaos happens
In the silence of my mind
My expression remains
Calm and serene
Belying inner fractals
Falling to pieces
Into an unseen darkness.
I reach out, like a child
Seeking solace
Only to grasp emptiness
In place of comfort
Your voice too, drips with hurt
Competing to see whose
Pain screams louder...
And then Silence.
Sweet, sulking Silence
Save for the rumble
Of clothes tumbling
In the dryer.
Nothing has been resolved.
Nothing will be resolved.
And Anxiety whispers,
"I told you so."
About the Creator
iamnatho
My name is Nat Ho.
I like cats. And I love creating.
Follow me on my socials @iamnatho.
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 2 days ago in Confessions
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