Breathe
Stop.
Close your eyes.
Count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. . .
Breathe.
Rinse and repeat
Until your heart is no longer
Trying to beat out of your chest.
Until you aren't suffocating,
And your shaking hands are still.
Until you know that it's not real,
You aren't there.
Not anymore.
Easier said than done
When your thoughts won't stop and you're back in that place.
But what else can you do, except
Breathe.
Count 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. . .
Open your eyes
And move on.
This poem is about:
Me