This was written in response to the prompt from Poets United.
Verse First ~ Reaction
It's a little intense, so I recommend only mature readers.
It begins slowly, simply,
a flutter in the breeze.
Something moving deep beneath
the surfaces unseen.
It comes to life in breaths
inhaled
then exhaled out again.
Growing, taking shape
within a space that is too
small.
The first reaction something
like
an itch that I can’t scratch.
An irritation, stinging
it starts a silent burn.
Pressure builds, mass expands
discomfort states its name.
Face to face we stand
with fists raised high.
Armed for this battle
I am poised for my attack.
Ready for war
I will not let you win.
Stifle, beat you, take you down
go back to where you came.
I will not let you show your
face
in this place again.
Feverishly running faster
I will stay ahead.
You will chase me away from
here
and this will pass.
It’s too much now to sit here
and to let this all transpire.
I feel too much
and so I make the cut.
Your words build a crescendo of emotion and anxiety so convincingly. And that last line, in smaller font, shamed. This piece accurately conveys the process leading to self-injury. You have explained it well.
ReplyDeleteI love the two voices that merge. One of anger the one of resolution sadly the result is injury
ReplyDeletegr8 reaction piece
This is intense, and gripping, really holds the reader. The last line really brings it home, painfully so.
ReplyDeleteGreat power and strength in these words that make my hair stand on end. It really is gripping.
ReplyDeleteA very intense struggle, with reaction well described.
ReplyDeleteP,S. I am following you.
DeleteYou have written this well. I understand deeply feeling too much. I am often guilty....
ReplyDeleteKim called it "a crescendo of emotion and anxiety", a very powerful description with which I tend to agree here. Well written and expressed, Andrea!
ReplyDeletethank you all very much. this a very powerful topic and the prompt in my opinion really opened a door to cover it.
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