In the quiet spaces between breaths,
I hear a symphony of chaos
The sentences overlap, jumbling together like an uncoordinated dance
My mind is never quiet
Always running, stuck in a roundabout, never quite knowing which turn to take
Sometimes panic tells me to keep on the carousel
“You won’t make it.”
“What if it’s the wrong turn?”
“What if you’re not fast enough?”
Feeling trapped on a ride, when all you want to do is jump off, but fear of the unknown has you strapped in to the safety belt.
I hold my breath before jumping
Darkness floods in before I know if I’ve made it
Or if I froze.
~ A
Ink & Embers 