panic

A short poem on what it's like when I experience a panic attack.

hands clammy
gut taut
breath caught
and a heart that won't cease
now beating in twos and threes
and fit to burst in fours and fives
until i'm sure that this is it - the end of life
and it will tire of this endless panicked beat-beat-beat
and simply,
softly,
stop.

but just for now,
count to ten -
each number one breath -
and back again
the heart is resilient.

Author's Note

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