The lines on these wood grain floors
show me shapes of madness.
My eyes eagerly lose focus,
and my demons weave into the patterns.
A breath deeper than I expect slides into my chest;
it burns with intensity as it makes itself comfortable.
I exhale loudly as stars burst on my eyelids,
and my heart bellows in my ears that it cannot keep up.
There are echoes of hope and fear fighting somewhere close;
they are both so determined to show me what they can do.
In my memory a phone rings,
And if I answer it, I will lose everything again.
I force a breath, shorter this time:
controlled; slow; purposeful.
I will give hope every advantage I can in this battle,
for fear is a foe that does not play fair.
If you like my work, feel free to use the picture below for an easy share.
Thank you so very much for your support! Follow me on instagram.