the conversation
covered the woman
as she got slowly pulled
like being devoured
by quicksand
She knew
what was happening
but was unable to take control
Like staged hypnosis—
she kept following
the faceless soul,
all happened
behind the back
of the trusted soul
Some damage done—
grateful that
it wasn’t severe
She finally realised
it was over
yet it left
a scar of guilt—
towards herself
Unable to eat
unable to sleep
unable to function
Life’s not all roses
a lesson learned—
thorns can emerge
out of nowhere
anytime
anywhere
without warning
Making us
vulnerable
despite how capable
we think we are
It’s not only about
preventing the fall—
it’s the handling
of the aftermath
Preparing for recovery—
a helping hand
for the fallen
to rise again