7.29.09

by Susy© Copyright Susy. All rights reserved. (129 words)

My skin burns with memories of my past,
It stings with every movement not allowing me to forget.
My thoughts interrupted periodically by the inevitable.
I strive to outrun my thoughts,
Yet they always seem to conquer me,
Alone, isolated, afraid.
Your ghost haunting me,
Reminding me, tormenting me, echoing my weakness.
I fear who I have become, I no longer recognize myself.
My internal screams stifled suffocated by societal expectations.
I have succumbed to the fact that I am an empty shell of who I was,
Loneliness embraces me, comforts me,
I acknowledge this is because I know it will never leave me
A loyal companion.
I struggle to feel myself breathe at times,
Sometimes I am afraid my rhythmic breathing will stop,
Will my body just surrender?