Panic Attack

Sounds are broken.

Mind is racing.

Vision is blurred.

Colors are bleeding.

Breath is being taken.

Voice is stuck.

Thoughts are jumbled.

Burning water runs down my face.

I desperately suck in the air that has somehow lost its way.

My once anger and frustration has now turned into fuel for survival.

Why am I acting this way?

There is no one here to hurt me,

yet I feel like I’m being under attack.

I can’t calm down.

I can’t stop and think.

I can’t break.

Someone please help me!

Protect me!

Take me away!

I need to save myself,

from myself.

I’m dizzy.

I fall to my knees.

Where is my inhaler?

I want to breathe!

Where am I?

What was I doing?

I need help!

Please,

someone come find me!

I’m dying.

A voice reaches out to me.

I can’t see them.

I can’t make them out.

“Calm down.”

“Hold my hands.”

“Slow your breathe.”

I try my best to focus.

I can’t feel my fingers.

I tell myself to breathe.

Slowly, I breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

“You are safe.”

“I am here.”

“Listen to my voice.”

My vision returns.

I can see them.

I can see him.

Slowly, I breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

He led me to the bed.

My body defeated.

My head hurts.

I’m stiff.

It’s hard to move.

But I am alive.

I am ok.

I can breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

The emotions are exhausted

Once again I am in control.

Slowly, I breathe.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Body starts to relax.

Tears stop streaming.

I stare at the ceiling.

A warm hand wrapped around mine.

The panic is gone.