Destructive Memories

Wow. I haven't read your work or been around in years and you still have it. It's good to see that you're still a part of this place. This piece is beautiful as always but heart wrenching. It describes the great depth of your feelings. It sounds like your trying so hard not to let this win. You're trying to take control before it engulfs you. Amazing write. I hope you're ok.

Dani x

This is a great poem to show the reader how much you hurt and drift in and out of what is real and not real, I get the feeling that you are talking of PTSD here and it would make sense. Sometimes you are fine and sometimes you do not know what is real and what is a memory. I like how you show here how quickly depression can come back into your life, without warning, even if you feel happy, knowing one thing can knock you back down is suffocating almost. I like the title as well, I do believe it fits with the story. 5/5

I agree that the title here is wonderful, it definitely drew me in. At the same time your simplistic word choice really helped this poem move along smoothly without being so fast that it lost its meaning. I like the tempo in this one and how you layered that with your voice in what seems to be the epitome of honesty. The format in this one was also interesting because even though it looks like it's free verse it feels much more deliberate than that. Anyway, great write. I'm sorry for your inspiration, though I must say you're not alone, so so many people feel like this at some point or another - especially me.

First... I love your title, truly. It is how i often times feel in my times of need or panic or other things like that...

When PTSD from the past experiences hit and im reliving everything i don't want to remember, i knoe exactly what its like to deny yourself whats happening. Disbelief of what happened to you, so you wonder if it ever happened in the first place...
Strong openeing stanza...

With the second one you mention detaching yourself which is what i did throughout a lot of my life. Detach myself from the pain i felt... And to me when i detach its like im immobile usually. Stuck there as parts of me fly away. Idk...

With the third stanza i remember just how it is to question myself, if maybe it was just in my head...

And when it all comes back it just attacks you. Hitting your insecurities like leeches.. Eventually they suck all the blood out and you wonder if you are going to survive...
I understand all of that.. I go through it to often...

<3 I honestly teared up relating it to my own life.... I hope you're okay