Waves

Flashbacks wash my face like waves,

Rising and falling, destroying respect.

Rejecting personality, turning a person upside down.

Regardless of what people said, the meanings differ.

They echo back, hitting the wrong door, slapping my face.

There's no escape; they're all around.

I try to concentrate, but it's no use.

Life has upended my reality.

All I can hear is someone else’s thoughts.

Confronting the problem head-on is futile.

They will defend it fiercely to the bitter end.

Every level is fragmented; I only see shards

Of fractured relationships and overwhelming jealousy,

Magnified to an irrational extent.

When I finally recover and write about it all,

A reality will emerge from every stone.

With entirely unique characters leaping from the page,

Living their own lavish lives.

Souls as dark as night, on bright foundations, so perfectly aligned.

Filling this space with positivity's embrace.

Yet, this calm is fleeting; a storm brews on the horizon.

Ready to shatter it all once more

Until I skilfully bring it to a halt.