Breathe

The best way for me to describe my anxiety filled moments.

There are moments in the day

where my breath is taken away.

Not by the beauty of the crescent moon

or by a kiss meant to take it.

Creeping from the caves of my mind

sneaky little lies, raising in rage,

and taking what is left that is right.

A moment.

One.

Breathe.

I'll be fine.

Breathe.

Two.

Just a moment.

Breathe.