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[mynameisjessejk]

This comes out of a trip into a slate mine. I've never been comfortable in caves, though when I'm completely in control of myself, I doubt anyone would notice. However, in a foreign country, PMSing, and running on too little sleep for too long, I find myself in something less than control of myself. I had a mild panic attack. It was great. (And as you read this, don't think too harshly of my companions. They didn't know I was flipping out).


Under the Open Sky

Around my heart there clenches
A fist much like my own
Nails bite grooves into my palms
As silently I scream

Inside this rocky prison
With this roof of earth above my head
My soul cries out for freedom
And my eyes leak tears of pain

Despite lack of room for embarrassment
I struggle for control
No need to worry the ones who care
Or arm the ones who don’t

No safety in this number
As they voice in jest my fears
Each snigger tears another hole
Into my hard-won walls

But, then there comes my saviour
In this jouncing, too-low train
And finally I’m headed up, not down
And the sky calls my name

The wind, she whispers softly
It’s okay, love, don’t cry
And sings the slanting rain
A song of joy

And birds call out their message
Wings spread wide in peace
I know that I am safe now
And I can breathe again

Back under the open sky