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My dog, my furry baby, Daisy, ran away Tuesday night. I was a wreck and that's where this came from...thank goodness she was found after this was written! :-)

Emotions at Bay


My heart pounds out a terrible rhythm,
as panic seizes me in it’s grotesque grip.
Unreasonable thoughts clutter
the already cramped space of my mind
like too many books on a shelf.

But I can’t stop thinking these thoughts.

My lips are dry, like sandpaper
my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth,
and I find it is okay
as I have nothing useful to say.
Words have deserted me.

But I can’t stop tasting these words.

I can feel the tears burning, building,
struggling behind my eyelids,
those brazen eyelids like soldiers,
bravely—or is it insanely?—keeping the enemy at bay.

But I can’t stop feeling this pain.

“She’ll be okay”,
my sensible brain whispers softly, cajoling,
while my body shouts urgently,
“She’s dead! She’s dead! You’ll never see her again!”

I want to get up and run, run, escape,
while my dead-weight body holds me hostage,
so still,
perched anxiously by the window
waiting for a glimpse of hope.

I can’t lose hope.