Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Paging Dr. Fix-it

Pressure. Panic.

We all have our ways with dealing with the two, and we may get better with doing so over time, but it always seems to suck the air out of you.

The moment of breathlessness, the initial shivers, the feeling of dread.

It never wavers.

The panic begins to set, the breathing grows haphazard. You're over your head, and you know it. The wall is now looming over you, and you can't tell what to do next, the footholds are unclear.

Life seems to be in pieces, with no hint at how to put them back together.

How can you fix shattered glass? dreams?

We can only hope to someday rebuild, to go back to the place we were before.

We can only hope to fit the pieces.

Although sometimes it seems as if they won't fit.





6 comments:

  1. I've been kinda feeling like this lately. It's not really a good place to be.

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  2. Great post. I've had so much stressful stuff going on lately.

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  3. That was a beautifully written post, don't get too down - read this (the poem not the rest of it) http://www.skoool.ie/skoool/examcentre_jc.asp?id=159

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