Panic In Dark Silence
It’s a close call
The race between success and failure
The test of faith and logic
The best of me – not being good enough
The rest of me – not understanding
I kick off the uncomfortable shoes
The slippers are just as bad
They’re variable
Making me wary of things happening
Making me aware of stings
Taking care of things terribly
I am trapped in inaction
Where is this coming from
What is happening
Why now of all times
Is this feeling attacking me
How drowned I feel
How downed I feel
The foot of life on my chest
Deciding whether to let me up
Or crush the life out of me
I wake up, panicking
But I don’t scream
I don’t scream
No one should hear this
In a different room
The crushing blow
My private recovery
My life continues
As though nothing happened
But bubbling under the surface
It’s still there
Deciding
It is in the private recoveries we feel the most alone…it is the moment we realize nobody can save us.