The Attack

Alone, I crumble,

Breathing in, Breathing out.

The Choices I make,

bring crippling Doubt.

My Extremities grow numb,

a Familiar, Growing trend,

Hit me like Ice cold,

Jumping to the end.

I Keep

Losing my strength.

Movement helps,

but Never at length.

Oversensitive: A label,

a Pain they can’t see.

Quiet insanity,

Rages inside of me.

Can you see the Scars

I Try to hide

Under the silent

Veil of lies?

Wondering when

it got so EXTREME.

Wondering if that old Youthful Zeal

was only a dream.

-Jo Resner 1/27/19