Unsure

A poem about being unsure about how you feel about past events that have had a big impact on you .

The roar of my voice 

My frustration 

The red ants crawling through my veins

The fire in my head 

As I feel the threat close to home 

Hiding somewhere 

Keeping the overwhelming feeling away

Unsure what comes next 

Letting the door block it out 

The closing credits tell me it’s over 

But I am unsure I am ready to say so myself 

A roar of thunder is heard nearby 

Mistaken for the storm in head 

 

As I get out of hiding to look out 

I breathe in 

Preparing for the riot 

Past events are slowly arising 

Waiting for me to give in 

Back in hiding, looks like I am stuck 

Dark clouds rush in

Hands up to block bolts of lightening 

Useless , as they are stronger 

How do I fight my past 

Unsure 

Author's Note

Just writing down my feelings. Have a lot going on

Reviews

[Hope]

I can definitely relate to the feelings of frustration and panic you deftly described. The imagery is wonderful as well. Glad to have read this.