It comes, sometimes so sudden

Like fog in the mountains,

Descending into every rise

And fall of the slopes and valleys;

Erasing all sense of up and down, as

The whole world turns a numbing white


Only it’s black, black and hot

As a burning sensation rushes to your head

And sparks of concentrated fire

Penetrate the space behind and

Between your eyes; leaving you

Reeling giddy, in the haze


It descends like a veil, and your

Limbs lose control; you sink sideways

Into the blaring noise of inner confusion,

The panic rising up as though

You’re in a maze of incessant dead ends,

And flames cut across all escapes


You want to scream, but lips don’t move

As your body freezes, trapped in its weakness,

Shutting off everything but the basics

To keep your heart beating;

And even then it’s only as lively

As a frail beggar, caught in drunken stupor


Helpless, there’s nothing for it but to wait,

Till your vision returns, and

The pounding in your head subsides,

Confining itself to the timid

Trembling of a weary heart;

Resigning itself to fate



Image: Edvard Munch, The Scream

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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