Claustrophobia
I'm being gnawed at,
Feeling like imploding-
These painful emotions
That are part of daily life,
I sense them inside of me
In this endless moment.
Torn from inside,
I am a black hole
That devours itself,
And I can't do anything
About it-
Except sink,
Of course,
In the twists and turns
Of a diffuse cosmos.
When my skin
Is prison,
When my body
Is torture,
When my senses
In unison,
Tell me that nothing
Is worth
Living-
During these strange moments
I realise that writing
Calms me.
Claustrophobia
Stretches in front of me,
In tragic words,
In scattered lines.
I take control
Of my spirit
Of my body
Of my pointless
And mistaken difficulties.
The feeling of being gnawed at
From inside
Evaporates,
The more I think about it,
The more I write about it.
I feel light,
Carried away by the breath
Of my lyrical flight.
I close my eyes,
And perceive the transparency
Of existence,
And through this cosmic veil,
The mountains of my childhood
And the torrent of my valley.
I see Leslie and our bunnies,
I see my Uncles and my Aunties,
I see my Mommy and my Daddy,
I see Julien, Christelle, and lil' Jessy,
Grandma and Granddaddy ,
I see all of my Cousins,
Who are here too, for me.
I see them all
And smile.
I remember that life
Is not just pain
And difficulty.
Thank you for being here
And existing
In the valleys
Of my thinking.