He knocked on my door that day,
bold and strong
His visit was expected
I had heard his footsteps
still, it sent shivers down my spine,
cold sweat on my back,
blood rushing to my cheeks.
My grip on reality began to fade
I was slipping into the dark hole,
I felt his grip on me,
He held my shoulders tight
and shook some life into me.
One.. two... three... seconds pass
oceans are set loose from my eyes
my eyelids flutter
like tiny canoes in the ocean,
they have lost all direction.
I feel dizzy;
left gasping for air
lost
Every step he took towards me
my heart skipped a beat
till it stopped beating at all
My legs rooted in the ground
my body planted in his hands
My stomach tingled
dead butterflies lay decaying in its pit
but then he left
just like he had come
Bold and strong
He was FEAR
and at that moment
nothing else was clear
but he left
and I stood up
and I had become bold and strong.
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Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head
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