Breathe
Rage washes over me like a scorched river of molten lava...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
The condescension hits me like a crumbling rock wall...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
Flashes of dark violence race through my convoluted mind...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
The little voices whisper unspeakable, horrible things...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
Clarity finally arrives and my body ceases to shake...
I huff and I puff and I seethe...
Four breaths is all it takes...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2017
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