My anxieties go up in smoke with the smoldering
once green embers
burning my hand
stop dead in my tracks, ghost voices reminding me
of words that cut through my everything, and left
me stumbling, confused, clutching my head,
trying to regain my balance and waiting for
the world to stop spinning like water down
a long clear drain
clutching at straws
hoping and praying and wondering
what will become of me in this torrent
of unfortunate events
rendered useless and helpless and flawed
my worst ideas about myself confirmed
and i wonder if its worth it
if i can overcome this
if i can land on my feet after this
because it feels
impossible.