One day
I will no longer
clear the cobwebs
heal the hurts
negotiate with nerves
answer to my anxiety
One day
I will
master myself.
Insomnia
fighting to find sleep
Tossing and turning repeat
Counting the fake sheep
Restless
Colors like changing
Ebb and flow of emotions
Searching for stillness
Procedure
Anxiety room
Sterile instruments
snip snip
Awaiting results
Rupture
Sad stories
she writes
repeats
Tragic histories
reek
they repeat
People do
wrong then
sweep
Dysfunction dust
leaves a
strong musk
Stories weave
she writes
repeats
Emerging bruises
children run to
local park
Scared blinded
by the
dark
Sad stories
she heard
Mother told
Broken arm
pigeon lost
in streets
Touched in
places not
seen or heard
Speaking now
she doesn’t
just write
Breaking the habit
of keeping
stories sealed tight.
Fear
Chained by arm and leg
butterflies attack stomach
hands dripping like rain
Hush
Facing the silence
tattooed hurt memory
Unspoken story
Awake
Nightmares chasing me
Paralyzed no voice to scream
Reality blur
Resilience
Cleaning out
Memories Like
shattered glass
Echoes of the past
Webs of
trauma
deceit
Control
Dysfunction,
The common thread
Hold me captive
There’s no release
Clenched claws on
my writing abilities
Trail of tears, Searching
for comfort From whoever
abandonment
I fear
Out of the static noise
keep on pushing
My will speaks loud and
Clear.
Write it down
Set it free
no longer
A part of me
