Panic
Will writing release it?
Trapped
Breath staggering
Eyes closed
Eyes open
Eyes darting
Thoughts racing
Set me free
Screaming internally
Rising up externally
Limbs spasming
Chest heavy
Tightening
Closed in
Unable to breathe
Clawing
Praying
Pleading
Freed
Breath steadying
What the fuck was that?
About the Creator
Heidi McCloskey
I have internally decided that I am a writer. Since that decision was made, the voice in my head has changed. It’s become louder as it begs to be released.
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This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Writing certainly helps, but not when in the throes of panic. This poem was suffocating. 👏☺️ Great job!
I remember when I had my first panic attack and I had no idea what was happening 😳I thought I had developed asthma❗ Great piece❤️💯😉📝Thank you for sharing ❗❗