Saturday, December 28, 2019

Presently stuck in the past

Paralyzed by emotions
Which is ironic
Because they pound through 
Me
Swift like an undertow
I choke down the tears
Trying desperately 
To ensure I show no fear
Sometimes words aren’t right
Like nothing could describe
The turmoil and muck
That churns my stomach
And unsteadies my heart
Breathing slowly
Rhythmic pattern
In hopes to ground
Shaking my head
And presenting with
A sour smile
The bitterness of memories
Dance on my tongue
And burn my senses
Blinding the current
Getting swept in the chaos
But pleading within
To not let me go there
Not again

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