Consternation
Chest begins to tighten
Lungs begin to fail
Heart begins to race
Mind becomes cloudy
Vision becomes impaired
Whispers become screams
All eyes are on you
All breaths are down your back
All arms are holding you down
Take deep breaths
Count to ten
Think your way out
What is logic
What is truth
What is real
How do you make it stop
How do you think
How do you make it okay
Look around you
Listen to the sounds
Feel the hands
I know that face
I know that voice
I know that touch
Everything will be okay
Copyright © Brea Pond | Year Posted 2020
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