Panic AttackA Poem by Ben Taylor
The feeling of a seam
somewhere in my clothing being too thick, slightly out of place, rubbing abrasively in a location I can't quite identify. The restlessness of deep anxiety gnawing absentmindedly at the contentment I've been trying to cultivate; a malicious mastication of my fragile sense of stability. I'm gaining weight. I'm losing touch with traits I used to define myself by. I'm disappointing those I love, and those I respect. A bottomless, pent up scream is bubbling to the surface, its severity obscured by the muddy waters of denial and normalized avoidance. When it breaks, I fear my throat will break along with it. I am convinced an integral part of me will split down the seams, an irreparable rending of what makes me me. Best to keep it under wraps, compressed far beneath the skin. Pressure cracks are forming, stretch marks along tectonic fault lines that show the profound instability of this situation. Perhaps the deep terror I feel comes from knowing that soon the issues must be addressed.
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1 Review Added on March 9, 2020 Last Updated on March 9, 2020 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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