The past is in the past

Gasping for air

I claw my way

To the surface

Thought linger

I gingerly place a hand

On my belly

Breathe in, breathe out

I feel I could scream

Or shout

However, I am silent

I am drenched in sweat

As I am pulled further and further

Into the past

Where my demons are

I don’t want to go back there again

I must get through this somehow

I am unsure how

But I must be brave

The past is not my prison now

I am free

I am alive

I am me.