May 11, 2021 § 1 Comment
Fear drives me backwards and into myself.
My body will not sleep.
My mind races.
Don’t invest in the fear, I tell myself, don’t feed it.
But I cannot reverse.
I take a hard right on PTSD Avenue and continue up Agony Boulevard.
This is a one way street. Every cell in my body knows it, and they come out and wave long green flags, and spin like cheerleaders.
If I look at them from afar, they are a dark green field, with grass rippling in the wind, and trees rustling among themselves.
The thought of home grounds my soul.