Her husband reminds her to go to the store.
She goes, holding her purse.
She browses the clearance aisle.
And suddenly, the world spins.
Colors blur.
Her body resembles an earth quake.
Walls go up in her head.
And she can’t remember
how to breathe.
She had fought the darkness for so long,
pulling her under
as if the sky has fallen.
Her thoughts were arrows pointing at her,
tearing her down,
shot after shot.
Until she wonders who she is.
What is left.
She can’t remember how to break out.
All she knows is the way back home.
This is everything. When reading this, I was filled with many of the same emotions I had when I was writing my 6th hour piece. Thanks so much for sharing your heart!