The wilderness within
The past can't come back, right?
Because it's over, but I don't know why
My palms were sweaty, chest was tight,
As if I couldn't breathe in sight.
Everything blurry but muffled at the same time.
I thought I had no more life, but somehow
I calmed myself in a quiet, isolated place
Where life felt safe and free from all distractions.
There were no triggers, but suddenly I felt unsafe,
Heart pounding, trying to control my breathing
And be strong. I just kept saying to myself. This will also pass,
That I'm in control of myself and stronger than I seem.
Having faith is difficult in the wilderness.
It's like a repeat cycle, which I thought I'd overcome,
Had just opened up again.
Memories came flooding in, which I'd concealed
In the hidden corners of my head,
But things were blurry, not sealed.
I'm still present here, but my headspace is somewhere else.
I need time to process my emotions in the right way
So that I don't feel it again, because it's a fight-or-flight reaction
That was unnecessary.
I know I'll be fine, but now it's better for me
Just to take a break from life and people around me
So I can maintain peace
and harmony in my head.
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