She Tells Me to Just Breathe
Location
Rapid thoughts,
Confusion, chaos,
Anxiety wraps its heavy hand
Around my thinning breathe.
With so few hours,
to do so much.
Will I ever be good enough?
Cliché, I know
But, still, the thought infiltrates
My frazzled mind.
But I take a breath,
Quick and shallow.
I write a line.
Wait for this to pass;
Anxiety attack.
It passes finally
After an eternity
And everything is balanced;
If only for a moment.
But then again, there’s always tomorrow.
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