Still in the Raging Waters

This is far more than fear,

(a numbing sensation,

an electrifying bolt,

pain straight from rage’s hand)

and I’d do anything

to make it stop.

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One cannot eat, sleep

or even breathe,

a tightened chest,

sweat dripping,

blocked throat,

waking nightmares.

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A distinctive purgatory,

feeling every second

expand and multiply

constantly

while the world breathes in.

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Its motion unnerving,

collapsing, imploding,

suffocating —

the nausea,

this repeating sickness

is simply your birthright.

-

Accept it,

your wheels have been

spinning in the mud

again. For so many

years. All of that churning…

-

Your energy gone,

body weary and on edge

full of painful air and poisoned blood.

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Life isn’t fair

to any one of us but you just can’t

seem to move

beyond the complete basics.

-

Find your comfort where you can,

cope

and accept what can’t be changed or controlled.

-

Stop fighting with the air

and boxing with mirrors.

-

Lay still in the raging waters this time.