In the velvety dark, words come rumbling out

from within a space long forgotten,

more, perhaps, ignored than recalled.

They tumble out, seeking to unmask

from beyond the fear of never-achieving,

the mountain of self-doubt, the handcuffs

of anxiety and paralyzed freeze reaction.

Fingers move rapidly, caressing the keyboard,

clacking in the darkness, the echo slamming against

inky silence, swapping cadence with a thundering heartbeat

that rings in your ear.

Write, your brain says…

Hide, your heart whispers

Chaos, your blood rushing through your veins

pounding in your ears causing you to be deaf to the fear

you have become comfortable with…

so much so that when tears fall, you think it’s raining and

you sit still in it, letting it wash around around, your true self

drowning in the self-inflicted pain and grief that stamps out

any opportunity to reclaim yourself.

It’s time though…

to shake yourself up, stand up and acknowledge the pain, the tears and

start to believe in your self again.

Faith.

This is what will save you.

Grace.

This is what will sustain you.

No knight is headed your way…

the saving is up to you.