When you think life is rolling along,
it happens.
When you see the calm waters, the
wave appears.
When you look into the clear blue
sky, the storm moves in.
It comes along too quickly to avoid,
blindsiding you with fear.
It grips your throat so you cannot
speak…you are unable to cry for help.
It puts a mask of illusion over your
eyes so you cannot see.
As it wraps itself around your body,
muscles tense up and convulse.
Your heartbeat starts to race,
faster…harder…out of control.
A huge fist of nausea punches you in
the pit of your stomach and makes you sick.
You are now engulfed in a sea of
disorientation and confusion.
Which way is up? Where am I?
What can I do?
This sudden bolt of panic has taken
control of your soul.
It may last a minute…it may last an
hour…or more.
You are now helpless, fragile and
weak.
Spiraling down through a dark, lonely
tunnel…void of any hope.
When you land, you crash against the
cold, hard floor of reality.
Your psyche is bruised, battered, and
beaten.
Mental scars remain…there are no
Band-Aids for your brain.