It's like suffocating.
Being submerged under water -
drowning.
Trying to take a deep breath
but your body fails you.
Yearning to have this polder taken off your chest
feeling your windpipe is closing in on itself -
like your will to live.
Existence seems futile.
The feeling doesn't end.
But then it does.
Miraculously, unexpectedly
your lungs take in air
with each breath you feel relieved.
Suddenly
you feel you've been returned to reality,
you open your eyes
things are different.
What you had felt -
those feelings are nothing anymore.
But memories,
carved into stone,
now a part of you
changing you
but never defining you.
You won the battle.
But the war isn't over.
There will be another battle -
maybe another after that.
But you will survive
You are strong
This won't weaken you
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Poetry collection
PoetryA collection of what I have decided to call poems Possible triggers - read at your own discretion
