Reverberating Recoil Contemplative by Rainripple on deviantART Pacing rattles my nerves. Steps upon the floor-- Back and forth, Up and down. Heavily... In my soul, I sense a Reverberating pound. Unnerving me, I shake within. Unseen, unknown to those around. I do not want to control, Forcing others to compensate, To quietly tiptoe, Afraid to make a sound. Yet, within the string tightens. Each step plucks a shrilling chord. Inward, I recoil. Oh, how trauma preconditions me. The tremors cannot be ignored. Tense, I clench my jaw, Hoping, waiting, breath. Once again I endure. He walked out and shut the door. Finally, I release. I sense relief. Anxious - no more.