Into the arena
Their starving eyes await
Prepared for your recital
As if you were their prey

Bottomless breaths
You focus ahead
Two hands, six feet
A commanding duo

Movements like a swan
Strong yet vulnerable
Demanding power
But eager for compassion

Goosebumps cover your skin
Beads of sweat on his brow
Pristine, polished, practiced perfection
A mesmerising performance

Still.
Everything was silent and still.
A slight hunming from the buzz inside my skull.
Empty eyes glancing out of the window.
I could have stared for days.
At nothing.
The hustle and bustle of life.
Whilst I was stuck.
Trapped and paralysed by my own mind.

Still I felt it.
The pain eating away at my insides.
Yet part of me felt almost,
Calm.
I was far from calm.
Numb.
I was numb.
An emotionless figure.
My body propped up like a puppet on a string.
I am not in control.