Everything Gets Muddled
Nobody tells you about the utter destruction your own mind can do to you
It chews up everything you come into contact with
You think you can go just one day without the cages coming down on you?
You’re wrong.
Run, running, running but never getting anywhere;
Haven’t you been here before?
Seen this exact moment before?
Wide eyes without focusing on anything.
When you lost all hope- it comes,
Without any warning- no fog horns to get you above the rocks
The light misses the moment when you could have saved yourself
But you’re already crashed upon the waves
Waiting, waiting for the storm to past.
Vines creep upon your legs snaking up until it binds your entire body
Then it squeezes you
In its snarling embrace.
Everything gets muddled.
The voices around you become white noise
Unable to distinguish what’s in front of you
Versus what’s behind you.
The last grip you had?
It’s letting go
Unable to hold on anymore
You fall.
Falling, falling into a familiar cycle
Wondering when this vicious cycle will end.
Hoping one day that you will have courage
Courage to grip on harder and call for aide.