Foolish

Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?

Panic

I met you again. My stomach dropped. It was full of dread. My lungs collapsed. My heart ceased to exist. Irrational thoughts swirled. An attack, triggered. No escape in sight.

Stumbled

My feet are not staying on the path. My shoes are worn. I wanted to go left. So bad. But I tripped on a rock, fell forward, and rolled right. All these years, I was told to turn a certain way. When I stumbled, I fell away from that destination. And I have never felt…

Try Again?

The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…