Exhale
Panic attack
Neurons are whack
Strive for balance
Infests my whole day
Each way I try to convey
Messages, communicate
My how neural pathways can stray
Left with a bottlenecked airway
I seek but body-chemical harmony
Thoughts, actions with symmetry
Gather grey matter
Take the unrest
Heave it over the railing
Crazy’s gone stale
And then I exhale
Sunshine Williams
Copyright © Jill Spagnola | Year Posted 2015
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