Shock

Numb. Nothing. Too much.
From nowhere comes the unexpected,
piercing to the soul,
The embers of the past,
stoke, poked and fuelled.
Flaring.

Waves on the pond of feels,
rolling out to the edges of memory.
Experiences past and shelved,
awakened, reflected.
The chaos of it all,
tossing the emotions.
Storm.

Erupting from the core,
after an age of silence.
Tears roll.
Torn and ruptured,
the mind un moored.
The body lost,
Breathe.

The stillness erupts,
tense, fresh, foreign.
Nothingness returns,
processing time.
The quiet numbness,
throbs to the beat,
for now.
Shock.

What next?