My feet feel unsteady hiking
No matter I focus on breathing
It’s too late
Frustration sinks in his choke around my neck
I can suppress sound
As hot tears fall down my pharynx
No drama; it’s just my mind
No one is doing harm
No one sees me
The fae living among the miniature vegetation
Covering the boulders and logs with a soft pelt
Beckoning my hands like a cat
Captivate, guiding my roots
With invisible thread
Back firm to reality
It’s just my mind
No drama
The vibration is just in my imagination
Why to do this alone
Is my heart slow and air like waves in a cove
I’m trying; I’ve been devising solutions
Letting go of control
Trusting science of energy
Is bigger than us
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