Tsunami Tsunami

By Valentina llano

Content warning: mentions or relations/references to mental health, depression, anxiety

It’s like a tsunami wave, You can feel it coming, Feel all the things that made you happy, Slowly retreat, And then the wave, You know it’s coming, And yet, like many times before, You do nothing to stop it, You don’t seek the high ground, Or safe place to hide, Or write down how you feel, Getting it out of your system, But you just stand there, Bracing for the impact, And then, It is done,

Within seconds, it overwhelms you, Bringing unwanted, harmful thoughts in like debris, And for it to leave, Takes an unknown estimate of time, It could take hours before you finally speak to that person who you trust, Or days of rocky waves and ripples of self doubt and light showers of anxiety, Or weeks, Where you get nothing right from the start, And make terrible choices until finally, It begins to recede on its own, But the marks and damage are still there, And the city that is your mind never fully recovers, Continues to be faulty and unprepared for the next tsunami, Because you, Having excerpienced countless ones before, Know, they’ll always come back

BY: LEYLA MORRIS