A Recurring Event

February 26, 2018
By emmybhadland BRONZE, Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin
emmybhadland BRONZE, Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin
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I am from the night,
riding the storm into shore.
“You are strong,” they tell me.
I am?

The room is dark with plain off-white walls trapping me within. 
There is no where to go,
nowhere to hide from my own mind.
Numb from their own emotion,
the strangers sit, watching each other discreetly as if playing poker.
Thousands of thoughts rush through my brain every second.
Nausea sets in,
and heat floods the room.
Uncontrollable energy rushes to my feet.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My body trembles as my mind scrambles. 
I’m stuck in a body engulfed with fear.
My heart rate soars as
survival mode switches on.
My body still panics,
and with every second that goes by, I’m overwhelmed with one feeling:
Detached from reality, I know of only one thing to wake me up:

I was from the night.
Riding a storm into shore that has now become a rainbow filling the morning sky.
“You are strong,” they tell me.
I am.

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