I saw a black labyrinth.
I went into it.
Then I felt every step beneath my feet.
I heard someone laughing,
someone getting frustrated,
someone looking down.
But I was still there—
still riding a roller coaster.
Each heartbeat began to feel faster and heavier.
My dark thoughts were flowing in my blood.
I was vibrating.
Toxins were cascading through my body.
My hands were trembling.
The closer we came, the noise in my head became louder and louder.
Even the quiet felt loud.
Everything I overthought was standing in front of me.
I can't feel my veins anymore.
No matter how much water I drank, my lips only got drier and drier.
My insides stopped responding.
My soul slowly drifted away.
The moment I left the labyrinth, the world looked at me differently.
Every piece followed me home.
Even though it's long gone, I still relive it.
Again and again, I feel it exactly the way it was.
There is one more thing I remember about that day.
My hair.
It was beautiful.
It was really beautiful.
— Isabel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem