
Her heart is beating out of her chest.
Shes warm, but cold at the same time.
Her eyes burn from the tears,
What could it be now?
Another panic attack.
Unprompted and unprovoked.
Why can’t she function,
Like regular folks.
Embarrassed again,
Solitude defaced,
Another pit of personal shame
She gets to face.
Breath and try to sleep,
her depression deep.
For nothing but losses,
Have been aimed
directly into her face.
Sleep sweet girl.
Let exhaustion take hold.
You’ve fought valiantly enough for one day,
Try and find a small comfort to unfold.
A verse for the unforgiven
For their minds do not know
The power it takes
Each time they are forced back into these throws.
Gather your fading strength now
For soon it will be time to bow
Returning to battle
When the walls once again begin to rattle.
Breath child.
One.
Two.
Three.
Breath sweet child.
Stand up, you’ve still got two feet.

One response to “Panic Prespective”
Been there, horrible feeling
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