Everything can change so suddenly.

Bad to good we brush off.

Labeled under the nebulous title of “relief”.

Good to bad is different.

Catastrophic beyond measure.

It sticks around.

***

The only feeling worse is if you know it is coming.

Anticipation a lethal weapon.

A chandelier hanging by a loose thread above the head.

It might not drop now, but it will.

Enough force to knock a person senseless.

I lose my mind every time.

***

I would do anything to escape that situation.

Running out of line of sight and hearing.

Does not matter if I have to break down a door to do so.

I have been struck too many times.

The sensation feared and dreaded like an oncoming nightmare.

I feel it before it has already happened.

***

What I crave is stability.

The hope of better and life without fear.

My nerves are even more frayed than the rope above me.

Tired of hoping.

Tired of trying to run.

Tired until only one question remains: which one will snap first?