I find myself
Walking
Under the shadow
Of darkness.
As old memories
Spring forth
Like an avalanche.
Cascading down
The snow covered
Mountainside.
As if
I have taken
The wrong trail
Into a forbidden area
With my ignorance.
Burying me
So deep
In the memories
Of a darker time.
Each passing second
The burden grows heavier
Upon my soul.
Am struggling
To find up
From down
With little avail.
Feeling
My inner spark
Growing dimmer
As the tears fall
Down my face.
Knowing
How easy
It would be
To surrender myself
And let everything
Go.
In my wanting
To remain
In the foetal position.
Until
My oxygen runs out
Fading out
Into the night
Forever.
But
I know
These feeling
Shall pass.
As I dig
My way out
Into the light
Once more.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Not exactly sure, what triggered the events of last Monday, January 18, 2016, when I found myself, buried, under a sudden wave of dark memories. Almost 36 hours later, am still struggling with the aftermath of this, as emotionally, I feel numb, and have lost all contact, with my poetic muse. If I was, to describe this, it feels like a PTSD flashback, without any of the visible images, normally, would have experienced, with one. In being, a total sensory overload of my emotions, in a three hour period, on Monday. Much like the type, I would associate, around my electrical burn, to my mouth, as a four year old.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Not exactly sure, what triggered the events of last Monday, January 18, 2016, when I found myself, buried, under a sudden wave of dark memories. Almost 36 hours later, am still struggling with the aftermath of this, as emotionally, I feel numb, and have lost all contact, with my poetic muse. If I was, to describe this, it feels like a PTSD flashback, without any of the visible images, normally, would have experienced, with one. In being, a total sensory overload of my emotions, in a three hour period, on Monday. Much like the type, I would associate, around my electrical burn, to my mouth, as a four year old.
