I want to cry but I choke it
I crumple it up & it dissolves back into me
What just happened there?
did I shrink just a little?
Something died there
a missed opportunity to rip the top off my feelings
But I must steel myself
There is no time for this shit
What will everyone think?
If I crumble, how can I move forward?
but if I don’t feel it, I’ll never have moved from this spot
This stillness anchors me
while the insanity swirls all around
sucking me down
flushing into my veins and drowning me out
What will be left?
Just a shard?
or maybe a Light… a clean slate.
“the wolf at my throat”