Body, mind, and heart are running amok, at war with each other, and each tearing itself apart.
I can barely breathe. I don't want to leave the warm cocoon of my safe bed. I am scattered and adrift in so much mucky muck.
Bereft and horrified, I hold murderous thoughts and lash out angrily.
I seem incapable of considering what in the world is going on. It only upsets me further and puts my tired self on tilt.
Inconsolable and defeated, I wish to be left alone and undisturbed.
In the quiet I seethe like a boiling caldera of red hot lava. Fired to the max, bubbling and blazing, sizzling and searing.
Neurons sparking and leaping in a void, nerves tingling and frazzled, energy sapped and expired, I try to make sense out of all these chaotic trauma.
My salvation lies in the immortal words of Leonard Cohen's "Anthem":
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in