dark static with light blinding sun
Heavy pounding rain
A deep, clinging shadow on my face
my heart palpitations climbing my body
Heavy,
Can’t move,
Can’t breathe
Are you okay?, someone important asks,
No, I can’t answer back,
I’m too heavy
And light at the same time,
Panic rising
Floating, anchoring
Red dotted with staticky sunshine bliss.
I’m
Finding a way back to you.
I’m trying to find the truth.
Why can’t I live with the truth?
Why am I so lonely sitting next to you?
I am so scared to start to live
I am terrified of being always so sick
I am sorry I am never enough
I can’t believe you’re really
Gone.
But I am here,
In the middle of the night, having a panic attack
that feels like death
Sinking into heavy,
I know I will not, cannot actually die
But I soak my characters, dipping their toes
In my poison heavy.
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Evokes a strong sense of anxiety and desperation..
The epitome of poignant. Beautifully done!
Oh my, this is powerful. Well done.
Melissa, this one moves me to tears. The dizzying weight of grief, of loss that seems like something between surreal & unreal. Wanting our dreams to be the real world where I loved one is still there. Wanting our waking world to be nothing but a passing nightmare. I've been with people who are in this place, unable to do anything but sit with them. I've been this person. You captured it perfectly.
Oh my. This encapsulates anxiety and grief, a paralyzing combination. This is beauty undone. Great work!
So beautifully bleak.
Fantastic!!! Left a light heart!!!
Ooh, you got me with this line- Why am I so lonely sitting next to you?❤️😉