If a poem were a panic attack
It’s not then. It’s now. Walls closing.Heart pounding.Throat dry. The world feels small.Me — bigger. I choke.Desperate. Scared.In. Out. In. Out.I rub my hands together. Questions.Confusion.Am I safe? My body doesn’t understand.My brain remembers. I gasp — desperate for breath.Old wounds open.A prisoner in my subconscious. In. Out. In. Out.I breathe some more. What’s happening?…
