Stifle is a word that came to my mind as my head was still on my pillow the other day.
Stifle - unable to breathe properly; to interrupt or to cut off; to keep in or hold back; repress.
I can feel something pooling in my chest, and I work to not let it rise any further. I distract myself with another thought. I busy myself by getting up and doing something - anything - making a cup of coffee, folding laundry, rearranging stacks of paper. It's as if I cannot be present in the same space with whatever it is that suddenly wants to be known.
At least now I'm aware that it's there, though I haven't gotten to where I welcome its presence just yet. I have not yet allowed myself to open the door. What does come out comes out in trickles or leaks through cracks in the facade of the wall that I realize I have built. I am not yet ready for the flood. I think I fear I might drown.
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