I can feel it coming before it hits
I can see it crawling on the ceiling
It’s so normal now to swallow fear
to point at things no one else can see.
I know they’ll say to use my strategies
I know they won’t help yet–
I don’t want them to work, I want to find the words
I’m obsessed with the words to make them see
I want them to know more than to trust,
to feel more than to fix