Coming Back to You

I am standing on a stone, but the floor

is slipping thin. Every cell is pulling me to a place I have been.

I am breathing, I am breaking. I am caught between the air. I am here

inside my body, but my mind is over there. Fear is louder

than my name. Pain remembers how to speak. I feel small beneath the weight.

I feel hollow, torn, and weak. I am holding to the present,

but the past is everywhere. I am screaming without sound. I am here,

but also there. Then a voice cuts through the dark. Not a command,