You sense that feeling grow inside. You are not fooled that you can contain it.

It has the potential to heal you and harm you at the same time.

And yet you let it take hold and swallow you up knowing that fighting it is no good.

Where did it start ? How did it take hold ?

I can’t remember the tipping point and if I could it wouldn’t help me.

I am lost to it and let it envelop me …