Back Again.

Thinking it is over,
Believing that it is,
That you have been able to move on from that infestation,
The thoughts that run through your mind,
Take over the inner workings of your life,
Like a drug.

Thinking that time passed,
Believing that it helped you,
That you can look and not fall to your knees,
The feeling when the thoughts enter the real world,
Taking over how you view the issue,
Like a mask.

Thinking it won’t matter,
Believing that you are finally okay,
That you won’t get distracted by the smallest of movements,
The touch, laugh, smile, voice, face plaguing you,
Like it is a reality.
 
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