Get up.

Fight or Flight

Freeze and fawn. Those are the other two.

I rarely fight. I have been known to run away.

I only freeze when it locks me in a reverie. 

But to fawn, over and over, is why I am here now. 

Run, stop, drop and lay. 

It’s in the stillness between, I remember. 

I have to be here now. 

I can’t let it hold me.

But if I can’t run to get away, or please until

I forget

I will have to learn to fight.