The Source

I had written down this poem in May 2023 when I actually experienced this all…I decided not to post it at that time…Instead, I posted ‘The Story’…you’re welcome to check it out if you haven’t already read it…this poem is like the second part of The Story…it’s about what was happening inside of me…today seems the right time to finally post this poem (with some fine tuning)…coz sometimes, you relive the old scenes…they appear as if that incident has just happened…so, that’s what I’m sharing with you..and please don’t worry…coz my condition is sort of stable brainwise ✨🤍💫

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The Source

His forehead was sweaty
His eyes were blurry
His face was stiffening
He couldn’t even speak
His arm was numb already
His legs felt so weak
He walked as if he were tipsy
Coz he was very dizzy
He lost his balance suddenly
But it’s the world that seemed shaky
His mates held him instantly
They guided him to the chair in vicinity
So he could sit down coz he was uneasy
They were keeping an eye on him constantly
One was pushing the numbers coz it’s an emergency

He kept sweating drops
He was slipping down
From the chair he was sitting on
He was getting frustrated now
Old memories were flashing raw
Inside he was crumbling down
He was struggling to express in words In that moment he wasn’t alone at all
Everybody seemed to have the worried sound
The paramedics were reaching fast
He was mentally preparing for another bout
He was screaming in his mind so loud
This crazy battle was once again very on
But it was slowly wearing him down
Another ride in the EMS towards the red zone

Oh
It was happening again
Thoughts
Were running in his head
Up
No, he couldn’t get up
Nope
He wasn’t giving up easily
Hope
He always had with him
But
He was still mad at him
Coz
He couldn’t do anything
Caught
In this situation once again
Cause
He didn’t know anything yet

Still
He was sitting in silence
Now
He was quitely present
Family
He was thinking of constantly
Focused
He was in touch with himself
Visualizing
He would press the button reset
Breathing
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The free flow of air in his body
Composed
Even when everything looked impossible
Key
Unlocking himself from the gripping patterns
Being
Reconnecting with the source of the highest power

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