*inhale* *exhale* repeat for the upteenth time.
The heart, beating, racing, contracting, expanding.
The mind, spining, wondering, sprinting in circles and in and out of tunnels.
Shoulders heavy.
An unexplainable feeling rising from the pit of the stomach reaching through the body, grasping the throat
No amount of air reaching the lungs.
What is this feeling?
This pressure, immeasurable.
Unwanted tears staining plush cheeks. drying before new ones fall.
The body cries.
The mind wanders.
The heart beats, but not for long.
The heart stops beating.
The mind stills.
The tears cease.
For a moment there is peace.
Then... It continues.
The moment of peace forgotten as the torture continues.
It will end eventually only to start again and again.
Please... make it stop.
YOU ARE READING
Unsheathed Heart
PoetrySome wisdom you must learn through the heart rather than the mind. Unsaid thoughts and unspoken feelings. A book of unspoken ideas that I was either too smart to say or too ignorant and weak to utter.
