Dawning Creations

Bright RED, my skin is burning,

Bright RED, coinciding with my throbbing head.
I’m furious, grappling onto anything stable or
soft to center me.
I’m furious
and sad for feeling so.
It was all supposed to go as planned
and then it didn’t.
I thought I did well,
reaping what I had labored,
with all this time passed.
NO!
There’s so much more to face.
I’ve got two able feet,
propelling me to go forward through this fire.
My mind is staying blank,
a safe house to keep this at bay.
I can’t go back to where I was,
how I’ve been.

You’re begging for control.
I’m begging for release from it,
to let it slacken it’s stronghold,
sending it’s anxiety to pulse and pound through me.

You’re trying to flee.
You’re not so much unlike I used to be.
I’m no longer running away.
I’m walking through.
The difference this time is, I’m not alone.
Someone is always walking with me,
seen and not seen.