Poetry

The First Panic Attack

What’s this?

My chest is heavy.

No matter what,

I can’t get enough air in.


This has never happened before.

I’m afraid.

My mind won’t stop racing.

Is this normal?

How do I make it stop?


Each gasp does nothing,

Not matter how much I try.

I’m breathless.

Is it ever going to stop?

It seems like it’s been forever.


It’s settling now.

My lungs are tired,

And my brain is sore.

I’m exhausted.

But I can breathe again,

Finally.

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