Who knew,
the mind was so fragile,
the minute
my thoughts exploded
into a million glass shards
with tingling numb fingers
I dug my fingernails into my scalp
I grasped my head
As I gasped for air
My screams
flooded my ears
My heart
Felt as if
It would implode
The agony
Wouldn’t cease
My mind
became
A labyrinth
Suffocating
from my emotions
I can’t breathe
I can't speak
I can't think
I'm scared
my tears
like a paintbrush
painted my cheeks
A black sorrow watercolor
Attacked by panic
Losing the battle, against my own emotions
My darkness demanded my light
My first encounter
with anxiety
I surrendered
my every being
At any moment
You could lose
Complete control
of yourself
Who knew?
About the Creator
CJ Leydozo
I want to explore the world of writing. I love to draw, and I want to challenge myself to draw what I write. I have always had a passion for both. I am hoping to at least learn, engage, find mentors, and more inspiration from this platform.
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I celebrate the electric body, especially when my vitality is drained. This body of mine has veins as fragile as the weather, sensitive to the turmoil of dust storms and hurricanes. When I'm anxious, my words stumble out like a rusty gate, a storm raging within me. The doctor warns that someday I may lose my footing, for my blood carries the weight of my mother's unyielding strength, like iron.
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