In the morning The sky Is so beautiful. The wind sways the trees And urges me to dance. The sun's rays Shine with clarity And the birds' songs Invite the light.
I am at peace.
So.. I can be.
But,
Sometimes...
Swiftly...
Do you hear it? There's a whispering... Don't listen. It's a trap. There's no way. There's no chance.
There it is again, That fear. The storm - Here it comes. Buckle down. Id better hide. Quick, try. Before it sweeps Me up too high...
But it's got my mind. It's here. Strong and loud, This time. And not slowly, but Instantly, It Sweeps, Me, Up.
I am thrown in. I am lost within A black space With no boundary. I can't find the edge. And I've forgotten, How, To function.
I scream. I collapse. I cry. I destroy. I despise Every bit of myself. And, still I can't find The way out of here.
The storm - It thrusts And sways. Unsettles And circulates. Until it Can no longer Keep up With demands.
The perpetual motion Slows down, And the winds Begin to calm. But the black Smokey fog Doesn't leave...
The dust begins to settle On top packages Of self doubt, Shame, Guilt, And worthlessness.
Then without warning Gravity pulls me Back Into my body. And in silence, I am left, Sifting through What remains of me... Shattered sorrow Tired eyes, and No light that I can see.
...
I am so angry Because The sky Was so beautiful today. And so was I. But I wasn't bigger Than the storm.
Not this time.
• Mica Light •
This poem reflects how my morning can go into a complete hell so quickly, I dont know how I even got there.