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Felt


It felt like an ocean with intense raging waves, crashing ashore aggressively before it washes away. Standing in the water waist deep, alone and afraid just trying to be brave. The fear of being forcefully pulled under, but having enough strength to stay. It felt like a tornado with destructive spinning air, moving extremely fast with a destination of anywhere. Standing by the glass door clenching the handle, alone and shaking whispering a prayer. Being in the house while chaos ravages through, hoping that my life destiny will spare. It felt like a knife with a sharp razor edged blade, recently sharpened to destroy whatever is in the way. Standing by the empty bed consciously staring, alone and uneasy trying hard to persuade. Backing up to the wall while the intrusive devil stabbed me, and calling for help so I am okay. These are the outspoken fears and the hidden nightmares. Every terrifying emotion you can relate to in your head. All the negative trapped in your mind, the frustrations and anger, all the despair. Pray to the angels and seek peace to replace the ongoing crying and calling for help, once relieved you will be much stronger instead.
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rscurry1984

Hey! I'm Rachel, 37 yrs old and my passion is writing poetry. I've been writing since I was 15 yrs old. I write Free Verse Rhyme poetry!

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