Cant stop these racing thoughts
They are crashing through my mind
I think Im here, by then Im over there
And the gnawing pain just chews away
And I know itll be ok
And I know itll be ok
And I know Ill be ok
But your just standing there
And Im not ok
The burning moves up from my feet
And into my stomach
And I feel my neck coughing up those coals
And my head starts swimming
And boiling
And Im dancing and running and ruined
And I wish I could be alive
Im here entombed in this pain
Its embraced me
And I cannot escape
Theres a rubber mallet across the way
and I think to myself
How easy it would be to detach
Grab the mallet
Smash my toe and be over it
But they cant tell me its that easy
So the long and slow are the way to survive
Let time heal these wounds
while I bleed out
I will say…I don’t comment on the post I read from you because I feel so heavy hearted and as if my limbs feel like bricks after I do. But I realized….. that is your ability to bring the reader to this place. Which is actually a talent/gift not many have. So I ask myself….do I comment on the gifted writer….or do I comment on the pain?
Whatever it is you choose, I appreciate it. It took a long time to get here.
Your writing is very impressive.
I have to say that if you are truly feeling pain in this way, may time heal your wounds. May you find peace within. ✨
Ive found its easier to get into balance with one hand in the fire and one clenched around a pen. Thanks for your comment.