The Journey

Fall/Winter 2019

The panic rises from my chest
Encasing my throat
Thin bony fingers encircle my neck
and choke me

They cut off the blood flow
from my heart
so my head
cannot think.

Existing in a separate time and place
Divided into uncertainty
and I know
I'm waiting
To make myself whole again.

Like an incomplete circle,
I am unbalanced.
The world keeps spinning
But I am stationary
Frozen in place
and rooted in trauma

I'm still here.
Deep in your soul
The me that has always been.
I'm here.
I'm waiting to be accepted.

I'm waiting for you
To accept me unapologetically.
With beauty and grace.
We will float above the clouds
Together.