it hurts
to move this
slow

where the demons catch up,
the doubts can shoot me down with
arrows of rusted truth,
and the fears
actually over run me and
begin to choke out my
sanity

it is painful
knowing what I can do
and what I can’t
do
and seeing myself die
in my third person perspective
of my logical
haven

so few get to see what I see now

so few know the pain

they are lucky