Rapidly beating heart, short quick breaths, heavy sigh.
Like a frightened rabbit being chased by the everyday pains of a mundane life.
A coward, afraid to stop running and face the wolves.
No courage to confront a most certain death.
Nerves turning, blood rising, heart wrenching.
Like an over-stretched coil, loosely clinging to the idea of something beautiful.
Incomplete. Unable to escape, unable to fully reach.
No courage to accept a most certain life.
2 comments:
I wish I knew what exactly you were referring to in your own life. I could relate this post to a number of things in my own life. I think I really know exactly how you feel...
exactly referring to everything we hide away from in our lives. Sometimes it's risks that we have to take for the better. Sometimes it's just simply finding the energy to wake up another day, or start the laundry. It's always there, always sneaking up behind you. Ready to jump. It's just a matter of when/if a person ever recognizes what it really is. Not really wolves but an insecurity or lack of confidence. Once we know what it is that holds us back, it's easier to face and take back what it is that rightfully belongs to us.
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