Aug 2010
fleeing my demon, I hit a wall
just high enough to transform me into a child again
cowering before monsters I am not prepared to face
I don't know how it got there
but there my wall stands
keeping me from my salvation
I pound against it, though I know I'm only increasing my pain
blood runs down my arms
I turn
face to face with my demon, I sink down against the wall
knowing I could have saved myself, but not knowing how
just high enough to transform me into a child again
cowering before monsters I am not prepared to face
I don't know how it got there
but there my wall stands
keeping me from my salvation
I pound against it, though I know I'm only increasing my pain
blood runs down my arms
I turn
face to face with my demon, I sink down against the wall
knowing I could have saved myself, but not knowing how
This poem is about the panic I have before a wave of depression or anxiety hits. I tried to bring out a story that would most closely portray my feelings at those moments.
