My mind- empty
full of fog,
crickets chirping,
loud locusts jumping,
cicadas screaming.
Hit the breaks,
my heart skips a beat.
My shoulder- restraint.
Three of us
stand cold today.
You, me, Anxiety,
and in this moment her voice
has me deaf.
My head- lost,
in the atmosphere, blind,
moving on through the dense fog,
I kneel to the ground,
hold my face in my hands.
I'm taking a break,
taking a breath.
The second this is over,
I'll keep walking
stay ready to scream,
keep strong,
stay loud.
