Melt

I am calm, my inner self reflective and calm

Looking into my eyes you will see slow calm movement

Pools of thought slowly melting the horror

Horrors which moments ago tormented my mind

As snow melts in the warmth of the sun

My horror melts in the warmth of pharmaceuticals

Where fear ripped the edges of my thought

Leaving me terrified of un-known knowledge

Determined to take my breath, reason, my very soul

Leaving me shaken, in tears, out of control, lost, and desperate

Desperate for relief of this realistic unreal horror

Deep within and deep without my self

One, two, three, breath deep, call a friend, repeat after me

I’m ok… one, two, three, breath deep, swallow it down

Count, wait, breath and slowly you will feel the melting

The melting of the horror, the pain, the gripping tearing fear

Melt away slowly as quickly as you can so I am anxiously calm

A Conversation, Though it Would Seem

Written: Monday, July 28, 2008 at 11:17am

My words float to the floor.

What’s wrong?

Again I feel it.
Why?
My words float to the floor.
Compressed by unfeeling.

Really, what is it?

Nothing.
Never mind.
Totter on my feelings, I do not feel it.
I wait, always behind you.

What’s wrong?

My feelings wrong.
Why?
My words float to the floor.

Really, what is it? What’s wrong?

Nothing.
Never mind.
Feelings remain on the floor.
Am I repeating that which has been done?