Sunday, September 20, 2015

Are We Out of The Woods?

..standing on solid ground had become a foreign language of mine that I lost track off... I put a foot in front of the other, and I heard the crackling sound of the ground, so I stayed still and swore that I wouldn't move..


..the weight of the silence smothered me, and as I took a deep breath, I lost my balance so I held it in because being aware of the fragility of where I was standing brought me comfort but also extreme anxiety and a frantic feeling of endless questioning..

...as I looked around, many monsters surrounded me, and despite the darkness of the night, fear was a monster that I recognized as if its scent had befriended my nostrils, as if its fingerprints had stained my skin quite a long time ago.. another monster seemed to be an old friend of mine, but I couldn't put my finger on it for its name had slipped my mind... but I could remember how it made me feel...

...it made me feel nostalgic in the most bittersweet way that I have ever known... it made my throat lumpy and sometimes my eyes watery.. but then, I swore that I would stay still..

...and so I did.. I waited and am still waiting, I imprisoned every racing thought in a cage for they were so wild they would break the ground and shatter it.. but as I stood there, waiting for dawn to break through, the only question that was spinning in my mind, the only one that I could discern was: "are we out of the woods.."


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