Jan 7
You are more than nerves,
more than trembling hands—
you are a storm within my chest,
a tidal wave breaking the fragile walls of my heart,
pulling me under,
then pushing me back to breathe,
only to drown me again.
You, my fear, are always a step ahead. No matter how fast I run, you are there— fixed like a shadow, unyielding. I hate you, hate the way you twist my thoughts, how you sharpen them against me, but you are all I’ve ever known. You are the deepest cut, the sharpest truth, and yet, the only part of me that feels alive.
At four a.m., you rise like a phantom in the dark, lighting fires in the corners of my mind. Your voice, louder than silence, burns through my chest. I come home, tear-streaked and hollow, but there you are, waiting. Always waiting.
You are the fog that settles in my mind, thick and unyielding, blurring the edges of my sanity. You are the weight I carry, the anchor that drags me down— but without you, I drift, lost in a hollow void.
You are the tide that pulls me under, the shadow that stretches across my days, the ache I despise, and yet, the only part of me I truly understand.
What am I, if not the sum of my fears? And if you leave, who will I become without you?
You are my shadow, the darkness I flee, and yet, the anchor that keeps me from floating away. You are the storm I curse, and the only home I’ve ever known.
You, my fear, are always a step ahead. No matter how fast I run, you are there— fixed like a shadow, unyielding. I hate you, hate the way you twist my thoughts, how you sharpen them against me, but you are all I’ve ever known. You are the deepest cut, the sharpest truth, and yet, the only part of me that feels alive.
At four a.m., you rise like a phantom in the dark, lighting fires in the corners of my mind. Your voice, louder than silence, burns through my chest. I come home, tear-streaked and hollow, but there you are, waiting. Always waiting.
You are the fog that settles in my mind, thick and unyielding, blurring the edges of my sanity. You are the weight I carry, the anchor that drags me down— but without you, I drift, lost in a hollow void.
You are the tide that pulls me under, the shadow that stretches across my days, the ache I despise, and yet, the only part of me I truly understand.
What am I, if not the sum of my fears? And if you leave, who will I become without you?
You are my shadow, the darkness I flee, and yet, the anchor that keeps me from floating away. You are the storm I curse, and the only home I’ve ever known.
