uncaging
the world turns white
searing pain
ripping
at the seams
of my vague
consciousness
puncturing
the dense
pressure
that narrows
me down
trapped
lost in
self-destruction
just to be
anywhere
to feel
anything
choking on
the void
the absence
the inability
to speak
I
need
to
breathe
heavy tension
cripples
the urge
to run
stuck inside
my shattered
self
I sink
into
quicksand
the world
turns white
no shapes
no nuances
outworn patterns
fade to
unsoiled innocence
a womb
of nourishing
pale
floating
in softness
I drift
away
following
the words
uncaging
me
when things get to much for me, migraine appears. a gift, even though it doesn’t feel like. it’s been a rough week. the words I needed to ease were hard to catch.
The poem (your choice of words) was / is a very powerful and emotional journey. Thank you for sharing and I hope, by doing so, it brings you some form of release.🤞
And after all that, you have to experience a migraine as part of the recovery process!!
The photographs reinforced the feelings generated by your poem.💐🙏
Oh sweetie, I feel your pain. Thank you for sharing your feelings, you do have a way with words. Life is a journey that we all have to experience. But sometimes, we get lost trying to figure out, “What the F**k?” You’re one talented individual who stands out in this world! I am amazed by your photos and words. Namaste