When Panic Attacks
Me, I know it's not all in your head --
Some of it is also in mine.
I know the platitudes they spout
And I know how they feel --
Dismissive instead of constructive
Because prescriptive is not instructive.
And I know there is nothing you can do.
Embrace this.
Recognize it.
It will never go away.
And it will never subside, until you give it a name.
And the space it demands.
And know it dearly.
Only then, place it smartly
Where it will stand, another beam to reinforce your temple.
Love yourself the more for it.
Copyright © Joanna Flick | Year Posted 2015
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