A personal blog post in the form of poetry.
of my own car keys in my hands,
when my child jumps from bed to floor,
of a car door outside my kitchen window;
Fills my heart with fire,
Pulls the oxygen from my lungs,
Sends my body into panic mode.
My brain speeds through scenarios,
automatic responses to the trauma.
from our frigid winter days
and our endless summer nights,
It’s funny how,
even when you’re not here,
You still scare me.