My breathing increases, each breath like a burden...My hearts beating faster than a professional runner.
I start to tremble.
Every part of me shaking.
As my palms begin to get sweaty.
My mind is racing like it knows where it's going. AND I know exactly where it's going.
I'm trying hard to slow it.
AGAIN I'm failing.
I'm falling - Things aren't as hopeful as they were yesterday morning when I told myself I was winning!
It's. All. Too. Much.
AND I STILL can't breathe correctly, feeling hopelessness force me to the ground like a mighty weight is upon me.
That's when I feel a hand lay upon my slumping shoulder....Without turning to look I know I will find no one there standing...So I close my eyes tight as images start flowing.
My first play.
An entry in a journal that gets the waterworks going.
As tears stain my face, I see messages from worried friends telling me to keep going.
I see messages of mine where I was consoling a friend who was dealing with the same thing that has my heart gunning.
I'm reminded why I've chosen to do what I plan on doing...
Deep breathes start coming
My mind slows from its continuous running to a brisk walk at slowest - in turn silencing my hands violent quaking.
As I raise my head, I open my eyes, placing a hand on my shoulder knowing....~ЈƘ~
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PoetryPoems show the deepest parts of your brain that you lock away during normal conversations. Sometimes minds are messy. Sometimes messes are genius in disguise. Read to catch a glimpse of my messy mind.