I feel the anguish kicking in
as I observe him holding the scissors
But I don’t know what he’s thinking
I feel my heart pound faster
Is this going to last forever?
I can not stop the triggers within
you’d think it was a mortal sin
his hand sways past me as I flinch
I sit back and watch as I cringe
he’s sitting there with all grins
I just want to scream and shout
and that is beyond any doubt
my tears are experiencing a mass drought
when will the flowers begin to sprout
my memories are loud and overcrowded
I know there is nothing to worry about
I can’t make my thoughts chill the hell out
About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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