out of reach

Photo by roman raizen on Unsplash

looking into the face

of my wounding

features distorted

I do not recognise myself

staying still for long enough

feeling the fear

and holding myself

composing myself

out of reach

the threat of being left

in the dark

when you seek and ask for space

its unbearable tension

triggering

and pushing my anxiety level

skywards

pushing you away also

lacking the understanding

of what you need

of what is going on

inside of me

feeding the rapture

looking into the face

of my wounding

features distorted

I do not recognise myself

all I want to do now

is to hide

is to disappear

is to run

never to face my wound again

with the bandaid now off

and all bandages ripped

what am I to do?