Whispers of the Soul

Anxiety

Breathless

A thousand thoughts rush in like a storm unconfined,
My heart pounds a frantic rhythm, a drum in my mind.
Each beat is a reminder of the weight I can't shed,
A cascade of worries, where calmness is dead.

I gasp for air, the pressure wraps tight,
A vice around my chest, swallowing light.
The world spins around me, a dizzying blur,
As I cling to the moment, unsure how to stir.

My hands feel unsteady, trembling with fright,
Fingers grasping shadows that vanish from sight.
The room closes in, walls draw near,
A prison of panic, amplifying fear.

Breath comes in bursts, shallow and quick,
Each inhale a struggle, the clock ticks thick.
What if I falter? What if I fall?
The echoes of doubt begin their cruel call.

I close my eyes, searching for peace,
In the whirlwind of chaos, I long for release.
Count the breaths slowly, one after the next,
But the rhythm eludes me, I feel so perplexed.

Yet in the tumult, a whisper persists,
A flicker of calm amid the clenched fists.
I feel the earth grounding, beneath my frail feet,
A tether to solace, where chaos can't reach.

With each gentle inhale, I grasp at the light,
The storm starts to settle, the shadows take flight.
The racing heart quiets, the mind finds its space,
And in the stillness, I reclaim my own grace.

Though breathless I wandered, lost in the night,
I rise from the depths, ready to fight.
For amidst all the turmoil, a truth shines so bright,
That calm can be found, even in the fright.