In the matter of me and my emotions
There are no highfalutin thoughts
For the feelings that rage through me
Are raw, naked, palpable and consuming
They rush in the face of my consciousness
Stir my every living cell into a cyclonic whirl
Send the logic of my senses on an excursion
Leaving my mind in twisted turmoil
No decision forthcoming from the brain
All heart and chaos and sentiment
No rational life vest to grab onto
In the vortex of swirling and turning
My sensitivities on highest alert
As I push my fingertip through
The blood red ooze of my pain
Exploring it
Experiencing it
Pushing it
Testing how far I can go
Wondering the boundaries of my breaking point
Squeezing the tenderness of my misery
Scrutinizing each scar, each wound
Doubting the possibility
Of healing
As I drown in the acid of my agony
Debbie Gravett © 2019.08.26
FOWC: Highfalutin
RDP: Excursion
Image by DarkWorkX from Pixabay
Oh my! This is really powerful. You write so eloquently about pain
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Whoa! As they used to say back in the day, that was heavy!
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I’m glad I could convey the feeling
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You did it very effectively.
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