Restlessness gnaws at the tendrils of my consciousness.
Pulling me askew.
I trip along.
A kaleidoscope of jumbled, hazy, half eaten dreams.
Why am I struggling to breathe?
I know I don’t belong here.
Squirming, slipping, gasping.
Choking.
Searing red pain.
Why does this feel so wrong?
My smile is plastic.
My heart, moulded in stone.
Anxiety dips mottled, gnarled fingers in my mind.
Swirling my thoughts as a witch her cauldron.
Helplessness holds me hostage.
With bonds of brimstone and steel.
Frozen.
Pathetic.
Weak.
Gasping for release.
Allah, take my hand…
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I’m not sure what this battle is about, but you express it beautifully. I hope you get/got through it 🙂
thanks! 🙂
❤ it!
merci jammy 🙂