Fleeting Illusions

An expressionless face covering shaming agony.
Sharp pangs of pain trying to escape your ribcage.
Silent coughs, trying hard to breathe. to escape.
Choked to breathlessness by yourself, your own mind, but never to death.

A caring voice in your head, "it's alright.. everythings going to be alright, lets be strong, it's only a nightmare".

Breathe.
Knowgin it will come back again.
Again, another day.. You can never prepare yourself..

 
 
I've locked it up and hidden it so deep that I myself can't recall the terror of it. Only the nightmares rekindle the vulnerability.  Always a faint shudder, at newspaper reports. statistics. what my life could have been.
I've moved passed it, I know..  just wish the choking nightmares would stop.

How gentle of a love would heal this..