Slipstream - napowrimo

 

Sometimes I feel adrift,

like I’m in the slipstream

of a wild dream,

and I’m just hanging on

for dear life.

My feet skimming

across the surface

like I’m dancing on ice,

or like a deer

caught in the headlights.

 

My mind sits at home

wondering

where his body went,

and my sanity starts

to leak over the walls.

Great puddles of ink

stain my scrapbook

and I just stand at the

window and look

as day turns to night.

 

I watch from outside

myself, my mind

too cramped to stay within,

as a melancholic

cloud descends

over my eyes

and I awaken

lost in a crowd.

Clamped in place.

My hope stretched

to breaking point,

just screeching

in pain

to be released.

Panic

strangling my shouts,

as the fear slaps me

across the face.

 

I know that if I reach out

my friends would sit with me,

the fog will lift

a little more easily,

but I’m too enshrouded

by its clouds,

that I sit,

not wanting to

burden anyone's life,

take their time or

devour their light.

So, I place the mask upon my face

to cover the tears

streaming down the cheeks.

Forming lakes that I could

so easily drown within.

 

But then as the downpour

starts to overcome.

An umbrella of hope is opened up.

The love that comes when friends

see through your storms.

When they hold you tightly

and keep you warm.

When they sit

and just let you breathe

and slowly the fog starts to leave.