Panic
Panic attacks can make you feel like your breaking inside, like your heart and mind are screaming silently
It starts within her fragile chest
a weight that will not let her rest
Her heart protests with aching sound
yet nowhere safe can now be found
The tears arrive, a sudden flood,
her pulse a drum beneath her blood
She reaches out for something near
to hold herself against the fear
At times, the shower hides her cries
steam rising up to veil her eyes
She folds to tile, her breathing slight
lost in the maze of endless night
But somewhere past the edge of fright
her soul still flickers, finding brightness
a fragile glow, a spark of rightness
that aches to turn the dark to light
About the Creator
Abi Rose Travis
I am a single mom with a passion for many things, but writing has been one since i was 13. So here goes nothing ❤️🤗
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