It Is Back Poem by Jessica Dehn

Dear Sir,
That feeling is back. I try to pull away from the never ending tide of emotions. Those white caps crash apoun me knocking me from my safe haven. Inkiness overwhelms me blocking out my forward sight. To drift away no longer to fear.

THat feeling is back. It whips through me stealing my breath, my cry escapes but is not heard over the screaming streams. That onces gentle breeze has turned on me. No longer offering a warm embrace.

That feeling is back. The dank depths pull me under stilfing my dance.
Rocky sediment cuts across my flesh, draining my essence among the roots. My growth has been cut short leaving me wilting.

That feeling is back. With it's consuming heat. Will it be this time? Do you think it true? I believe it to be the end. The brightness is overwhelming and my fear is mounting. This must be the chance. I will let the blaze envelop me and reform me. To start again to be reborn. Maybe just maybe I will have awhile befor that feeling is back.