a...realization
not a jump in the chest, a trip wire
not so much a punch in the gut,
more-
a
slow, dawning sensation
you watch the vines creep away
from the light
curl, backwards into the shadows
you see who you really are
elation! a spark, a fire
then a fear,
the questions come like
bullets, at your chest, they
spread and settle, shrapnel
you don't know what to say
your skull, it heaves
half finished thoughts fly
bumblebees
in there somewhere,
the churning the noise the,
everything-there lies you
just some time
you'll see.
the realization becomes,
a liberating epiphany
(don't you worry.)