I’m back now,

I can hear, see, and feel again.

Where was I? I can’t recall…

A piece is missing of my memory

The pounding heart suffocates my throat

I can’t breathe.

My hand is holding the phone

with a message sent

It’s gone now, the recipient will read it.

The words are mine I realise now.

Whatever the crime they commited,

you stepped in, and acted to protect me.

My ego is grateful to you.

My heart is not

It’s aching of guilt, and shame,

that it was too slow to stop you.

My dear anger, I need you,

but not as often as you may think.

Let’s chat about it.

Always your friend,

Daniel