I take the cold walk to my car
Even when a friend offers a ride
I decline,
I need the walk
I need to think...

My breathe choppy
The weather attacking my lungs,
Head hung low in thought
of the pain I hold.

Why am I so bothered by my loss
Other people can't breathe,
But on that mat I felt it
My fear.

When I can't breathe
I lose all hope,
When my throat closes
I lose my power.

I was left there powerless...

Just those words break me
As I remember how I felt
When my brother cut me.
Powerless.