Our Own

–

When the time comes we must ask ourselves, 

Are we really okay?

For when you are your own bully

irrational fears become rational

We become analysts, 

hypersensitive of every meager detail

Because the slightest misstep

can cause an avalanche of decimation

“Can’t you hear the violence?”

Right, it’s only in our own brain

We laugh it off

They turn a blind eye

But when our ears are straining once again,

and this time,

there’s no one to turn to

Don’t turn a deaf ear

but experience the aura

radiating out of our body 

Once flooded with a thick mess of beige string

they begin to glow a golden gleam

With no hesitation, they flow

like a million meandering rivers

We can never truly escape our own mind

but we always have the freedom to unwind

–

In the style of “The Hill We Climb” by Amanda Gorman.