it began with a scream
that would not
could not
fight its way to the surface.
It began with my tongue
pressed relentlessly into
the roof of my mouth.
It began with a slouch
on the premise that
bad posture
somehow
conserves energy.
An evil muppet pitched his tent
in the dark caverns of my chest.
Microcosmic bio-mimicry
as my shining body
imitates the emotional one.
Dali paintings drip across
the backdrop of my eyelids,
as i rotate my head
side to side
the world slides and swirls
in fish bowl delirium.
Fierce tugging at my throat chakra -
ITS being torn from me!!!
Up through the depths
of my once brave lungs.
What is IT?
[i can't decide]
[i'm trapped in a box]
[i'm scared]
[i'm all alone]
[i feel small]
[i don't trust myself]
Clearing my throat of indecision!
letting go
of feeling trapped!!
Calming fear and inadequacy!
Coughing up distrust!!!!
Spitting out doubt!!
Screaming -
a torrent of emotion.
Unclenching my jaw,
relaxing my tongue.
Standing up straight...
Detoxifying my spirit,
purifying my body,
healing mySelf whole again.
Just.
Breathe.
