Thursday 31 August 2017

Survivor? Victor.

Of words spoken too soon,
Of words never said at all,
Of doing too much,
Of not doing enough,
Of being too cautious,
Of being too spontaneous,
Of waiting too long,
Of not waiting long enough, 
Of swallowing the feeling,
Of being swallowed by the feeling,
Of smells you can't forget,
Of smells you don’t remember,
Of the panic when you hear a certain word,
Of the pain when you don’t, 
Of daydreams that make you dizzy,
Of dreams that became nightmares,
Of the frozen feet at a certain sight,
Of the midnight run to numb the flashbacks,
Of the lump in your chest,
Of the cold fingertips in a fist,
Of the breathlessness from sitting still,
Of suffocating from too much wind,
You are, all of it.
Of everything you have ever and never felt,
You are.
Yet here you still are.

Here you still are.



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