I Will Be Strong Again

Feelings, so many feelings;

Worries, anxieties, concerns,

Intertwined within me,

So I can't tell where one starts and another ends.

Starting in my throat - that 'lump' so oft spoken of,

Then my chest - full to bursting, 

Squeezing my breath, constricting.

And then my stomach - that place they call the pit.

Two poisonous black hands, gripping me from within,

Rejecting sustenance in an effort to weaken me.

But I will destroy you, piece by piece,

And I will be strong again.

And when I am, where will you be?

Trapped, imprisoned, crushed.

It's just a matter of time.

Reviews

[dunnia]

i love the last stanza .... well done ... :)