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Ripped From Reality

I thought I would share with you what led me to write this one.  Things have been moving along wonderfully with physical therapy and I am walking pretty good.  Just need to build up my strength and endurance and i will be as good as new (hahahaha).  Anyway, many of you know that our house is stock full of dogs -  1 mini schnauzer, 2 standard schnauzers and a lab/chow mix - and they seem to think they own the house.  Well, it was late and I was tired so I didn't bother turning on the light to see where I was going and lo and behold, I stumbled right into the huge lab and felt myself falling forward (deja vu to the fall that fractured my femur a few months ago).  God was looking out for me and somehow I managed to keep from hitting the floor but my mind went into "that place" pretty quickly.  But, as before I have to say "Thank you God for catching me and not letting me fall"  - seems like this is getting to be a habit for me so I better really focus on balance at physical therapy.
 


Ripped from Reality 
(by KWR  7/08)


Darkness...not just in the room...

my mind running rampant...

entering places it has no business to go...

too much to consider...

too much to bear...

 

In just a moment I am ripped away from my security

Falling, both in body and mind, in a slow motion sort of way

Captured midair & saved from sure destruction

Safety now should be in my minds forefront

 

But no...it cannot be...

Fear enters in with no desire to be free

my mind goes black

flashes of red-firey anger light up my thoughts

 

Flashbacks to a time not so long ago

one step into darkness where a dog lies ahead

it's not in my mind...though I wish it were

captured beneath his weight only a small part of me

 

I hear the noises

I feel the pain

ripped from my limbs

muscles spasms acting as if trying to release themselves from me

 

Pain, it radiates up & down my very being

or is it just a figment of my mind

how much is true...how much imagined...

Reality means so little right now

Imagination & fear have made an outcast out of him

 

It can't be...I won't let it happen to me

my life is mine..fear can't take it's place

too much good lies ahead

I can't get frozen with unfounded fear

I can't waste this life of mine

 

The horror of it all keeps luring me in

I see it happening all over again

trying to lock me up inside my mind

leaving me in a void from which I might never return

 

Sinking...deeper into despair

will it ever stop? will it ever end?

tears are steaming down my face - no end in sight

am I strong enough to fight it or will this ruin my life?

 

Wait - what's that - a glimmer of hope

2 dogs wrapped around me licking away all my tears

my knight shows up - a calming influence at last

 

One small little pill & the fear relaxes its hold on me

it isn't instantaneous but I feel it

easing its pressure to quash me for good

my mind no longer functioning

my muscles going numb

 

I stare up at the ceiling fan and envision all my fears

being lifted up and away from me

sucked up into the vents to be locked up

in a hell of their very own - far away from me

 

One more day done...one more fight won

if only I could go to sleep with the knowledge that it won't happen anymore

but life isn't offering any guarantees for me

so as I am drifting off I'll fill my mind

with images of stomping out this fear from deep within

and locking it up into a cage from which it can never set itself free

never again able to come back and haunt me  

 


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