Syphoning Anguish/Twisted

Beautiful as I still see the World,

in all its wonder. The bright blue of the jaded sky,

the early morning mists that hover and cling to the grass and the trees and rolling hills.

I am so reminded of a lonely haunted misty beach, waves lapping at the shore.

Winter leaves falling from the trees, browns and blues crunching underfoot.

The smell of Jasmine in spring, and the smell of the Lavender Bush just outside my front door, even now in Winter – as I run my fingers over the little purple flowers...

And I wonder – what will come to pass.

Something strange is happening here, with me – now.

I see you eventually getting what you want.

I see me fading. Vanishing. Though there is still much beauty

to behold in this World

and in my surroundings;

I sense a delicate weakness growing inside, slowly increasing in strength.

The sun shines – I feel it's warmth, but these days are cold.

Inside, I feel cold and uncertain who I have become.

Out there – someone is syphoning my power, and I grow weaker by the day. More hollowed out as each day passes.

There are days when things feel semi normal, but just beyond that reach.

A strange feeling inside – perhaps a rawness;

plaited together with a sensation of anguish, just below the surface, which twists into self questioning.

Should I be happy?

Should I choose to be happy?

I choose;

I reach;

And it SHIFTS.

Why? Just beyond my reach – I feel the draining; ever so slightly, life force moving

            away from me, 

                                    and it is appealing, 

                                                                   ever so appealing 

and inviting me to join and just let go.

Release.

Give in.

It's hard. Every day – gets harder.

It's too much of an emotional journey

for someone as I.

Everything “REMINDS” me.

What Black and White I see, what smile on a strangers face, what hurt look in your eyes, what lyrics of that song, what memories and images in my mind.

What expression with his hands, and laughter ringing in the night, what all emotion inside me – bottled up and boiling to be released.

But I cannot.

Cannot express the Love, The Laughter, Truly the happiness which should be mine to keep.

And so; it is replaced with sadness and the will to just stop, because it all just gets TOO much.

If TRUE happiness evades me, tell me then, what is the point?

I cannot control the emotional input and I have no

floodgates installed.