attacks of Panic

attacks of Panic.

i was born with a voice that was once called beautiful. until it was used to say words like Why But Are you sure? what about Me? what About me.

can you hear me over this Hurricane? The wind is howling So loud my thoughts become whispers; the murmurs of Ghosts in my consciousness.

i breathe, i gasp, i gulp pushed, pulled, possessed; i stand Motionless

air whips past in all directions. brushing past with the force of a Ricocheted Slap, but i don’t feel it. all i feel is the pit of my stomach, as it drops 6 feet below. (or maybe 9 or even 12) i can’t see the bottom of the abyss i balance on one two three Four.

i inhale hope and exhale yearning;

i inhale enthusiasm and exhale doubt;

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iAM POETRY 2020

iAM POETRY 2020

i inhale your desires, discomforts and delusions i inhale;

i inhale;

i inhale.

i inhale and internalize the chaos which takes me away from the ground; fearing to exhale a truth you can’t hear, only for it be lost in the wind; only for it to come back to me.

i was born with a voice that was once called beautiful; but no one’s heard it in a while.

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