A puddle of fears, a mountain of tears

Sitting in silence the body and mind at war.

Fight and flight responses firing at once.

Fighting is impossible,

With flight, there is no escape.

Filled with torment and hate.

Internally screaming with anger and rage

Panic ensues when boundaries are broken

How foolish I’ve been

And how foolish I am.

False hopes and dreams fueled by romanticized lies

Tears have washed away the innocence of my mind

Creating a waterfall of chaos

Washing me down the rapids and thrown into the sea.

How can I survive?

How many times can one person be torn apart and broken before they can no longer mend?

How long before the monster inside breaks through the cage of composure?

Unleashed on the ones who are undeserving of its wrath.

Maybe it needs be released. Set free of its binds at just the right time

To bare its teeth at the one who caused it pain.

I still have hope that

Tomorrow is a better day.

~A

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Everyone has low points in life, rough days and rougher nights. But there will always be a tomorrow.

No matter how hard things feel, they will always feel different the next day. Some things take longer to process, remember to breathe as many breaths as it takes to see clearer.