May 26, 2017

I Scare myself—the Enemy Within. {Poem}


I scare myself

A litre of water seeps from my face,
My stomach ties knots,
My heart quickens its pace.
Intestines clenched and bladder squeezed,
My mouth is dry like a dying tree.
But what is the cause of this behavioural mess,
With thoughts and feelings in distress?
I scare myself and regress to child,
Replaying emotions, I once had filed.

I feel on edge—my body on parole.
What will it take to gain control?
This story playing in my mind,
To the present moment I am blind.
My hearing’s heightened like a fleeing fawn,
I’m running from these images I’ve drawn.
I scare myself I know that now,
My breathing’s shallow—I wipe my brow.

I close my eyes and inhale a breeze,
A sigh of clarity as the paranoia leaves.
I have returned; I’m here; I’m now,
My heart rate is calming, I don’t know how,
I feel my feet upon the ground,
No longer attuned to every sound.

I scare myself, that’s what I do,
But I don’t have to and nor do you.


Author: Richard Bamford
Image: Charles Harry MacKenzie/Flickr
Editor: Lieselle Davidson

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