I run and race and find a way to make myself take up less space.
I hoard my memories, supplies of bad times stored in my body.
I hide in rhyme. I run and chase.
I try to feel safe but I am only prey in this place.
Trying not to get caught in the beaks and piercing claws of trauma.
Like a squirrel - my mind can't rest, it jumps from tree to tree.
Fear to Love
Love to Obsession
Shame to Loss
Never stopping, scared of running out of time. scared of an empty nest. scared of losing the ones who help me feel alive.
Rumination for me is falling leaves being collected only to be swallowed and regurgitated
over and over
over and over again.
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