HARM AGAIN
- Jul 3
- 1 min read
By TM
Pain.
It builds.
Rolling like a storm, building pressure in your chest.
It’s too much.
The emptiness.
Enveloping everything is what it does best.
You scream.
No sound escapes.
A wordless cry.
Friends don’t see.
Family won’t ask.
You look “fine” on the outside.
Harm.
The externalization of the internal pain.
A reprieve.
Suddenly the storm,
It stops.
Fading away like smoke on the breeze.
Stillness.
Short lived.
But even then,
With dissipated pain,
That’s when I knew,
I’d do it again.