The Attack
Alone, I crumble,
Breathing in, Breathing out.
The Choices I make,
bring crippling Doubt.
My Extremities grow numb,
a Familiar, Growing trend,
Hit me like Ice cold,
Jumping to the end.
I Keep
Losing my strength.
Movement helps,
but Never at length.
Oversensitive: A label,
a Pain they can’t see.
Quiet insanity,
Rages inside of me.
Can you see the Scars
I Try to hide
Under the silent
Veil of lies?
Wondering when
it got so EXTREME.
Wondering if that old Youthful Zeal
was only a dream.
-Jo Resner 1/27/19
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