A ball of anxiety
swells inside my chest,
unmoving and stuck
causing my heart to race,
creating palpitations
that pound against my chest
as if my heart wants to push itself out.
My breathes begin to shorten
and I become dizzy
as sweat spills out of my glands
and my body begins to tremble.
I swallow, hard,
trying to make since of it all.
Why do I feel this way?
What is going on?
Breathe,
I tell myself.
Breathe,
I force myself.
BREATHE,
GOD GAMMIT,
BREATHE!
Stop the feeling of being
swallowed by the air,
sucked in like a vacuum,
awaiting your doom.
Breathe,
breathe,
breathe.
Allow air through your nostrils,
allow it to enter your lungs.
Breathe.
Breathe,
because it is finally over,
breathe,
because your lungs need oxygen.
Breathe,
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
