No Escape
Catharsis Chronicles Competition : Trauma
My heart flutters quickly in my chest,
Desperate to escape its cage,
Blood pounding through my veins,
Roaring with insanity and rage.
**
My breath quickens into a pant,
My fists scrunched tight,
My temples pound a rhythmic beat,
The adrenaline spikes into flight.
**
Sweat breaks upon my brow,
Tears pool behind my eyes,
My mind races — reliving the past,
My lungs scream with panicky cries.
**
I cower into a curled up ball,
Attempting to hide from the pain,
The breeze whispers into my ears,
Reminding me I cannot escape again.
**
The years disintegrate in seconds,
And I’m encased in the same nightmare,
Time stands still, frozen in space,
As the horror wraps me in its snare.
**
My muscles spasm in memory,
My hair stands on end,
My fear grips me in its talons,
Willing me to bend.
**
The memories run through my veins,
As though I experienced it yesterday,
My lungs scream, my heart pounds,
Will I ever be okay?
**
Every cell relives the trauma,
Every breath instils the stress,
My mind bottles every feeling,
The triggers in which I dress.
**
I learned to live with the gained knowledge,
Driven from the worry as I constantly run,
Days stitched into my belief system,
From the horror of when it all begun.
This poem has been written in response to Catharsis Chronicles Competition (Medium Publication).
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (2)
This was so emotional and relatable. Loved it so much!
This is very descriptive. I'd describe it as a narration of my PTSD, because that is how I feel when trauma takes over me