That’s when the shakes start.
That’s when the world just seems to…fall apart.
The fear paints the night. I worry til morning. When I can see the light. Oh how I wish for an end in sight. I am so tired of the fight.
The quake comes from within and won’t stop.
The noise is around me. It tries to break in. The peace tries to surround me. But it can’t win.
The warmth grows. The fire takes over and warms my skin. My hair turns damp and my palms are wet.
It’s in the quiet.
When the shakes begin.
