These impulses
That I have caved into
They hold me, their sharp claws pierce my flesh
Their senseless whispers become violent screams
The tears they force upon me now fill oceans
Their words burn my throat
They swell up my tongue
Until they finally release
Uncontrollably, an earthquake
Unlike anything I had ever said
Unlike the words that I left to stir in my mind
Uttering words of impulse, tears of fear
Feeling too many things
Afraid of not feeling enough
Afraid of conflict
Afraid of the sensation
The conclusion
The fear
That no matter what you do
It will never
Ever
Be
Enough.
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
