Standing motionless
At the peak of my silent emotional breakdown
My brain is hazy
Voices, screams, ringing
Pounding on my head
A soft breeze
A tight squeeze of my fist
Every shriek and strike
Sends my mind down a spinning tunnel
Filled with grief and hopelessness
Dawn in arriving
I can see the orange rays
Reaching out to the sky
I feel rocks
Underneath my tired feet
I turn cold
Asking myself
Do I take a step forward,
Or back?
