Triggers

Another day comes and she is free to be
All she is made to be
Smiles and laughter of pure and genuine joy
All seems well
Then a conversation ensues
A simple sentence sends her heart careening
She struggles to catch it
She struggles to catch her breath
Racing thoughts feel irrational
Self-talk feels necessary
Memories well to the surface
Thoughts of running away
Thoughts of pushing others away
Solitude
Isolation
Stay and try
Go and hide
Stay and try
Go and hide
Where has intention gone?
Is it just her heart racing in this moment?
Or has she been allowing life to race by?
Fear produces fear
How can one moment disfigure her resolve so quickly?