Sucker punched on overload,
The triggers that sit heavy and undigested,
There to derail in a moments notice,
Intolerable with such a destructive force.
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Every motion comes to a sudden halt,
And doubt rides the shoulders hard,
The self-talk explodes and races off on a tangent,
Leaving a breath stalled in mid sentence.
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Hollowed pain rides the wave of life,
Questions flash before answers can be found,
The struggle becomes unbearable,
And something has to give.
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Unknowingly in the wrong,
The shame becomes draped from head to toe,
Like a veil suffocating and inescapable,
Leaving no exit in which to run.
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Chest constrictions warn of pending breakdown,
Frozen and incapacitated,
A mind begging for help,
But there’s none to be found.
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Minutes can see life’s direction change,
Confidence deployed and left behind,
Terror its replacement,
As it pounds the message home.
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Unforgivable,
Although completed in innocence,
Unknowingly wrong,
Which is no excuse.
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Crippled by the devastation,
Regret carried on a broken back,
Until tears give way and wash the sins clean,
A new lesson learned, branded and scarred,
So that it’ll never be repeated again!
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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