this is what i do in english class--write.
My life revolves around me, spinning in the hesitant light of my confused eyes. I reach forward to grasp at weakened memories; desperate for their embrace, I ignore the pain they cause. The hate inside tears at my chest and head, my heart and mind are under constant siege by its barbaric hands. As I near my goal and finally feel hope, the winged beast of my terror swoops down over me, its claws raking into my skin, soliciting for screams as it tears my clothing, leaving me defenseless. As I break into sobs and shrink away from the memories I long for, my attacker again lifts into the air above me, circling high above my head and watching with a hawk's gaze. I lower myself onto the rock where I was standing, surrounded by tempestuous waters, alone with my memories and my demons.