Poems Without A Purpose ✔️

Panic

My hands begin to tremble and sweat, as if I were part of an earthquake
My heart accelerates faster than a car on a race track
My face heats up rapidly, like the sun exploding and consuming the Earth
My lungs contract, a rope binding them tightens until I cannot breathe
Until my brain panics and begins to respond
My fingers fly across a canvas, recording all of the words my brain is communicating to them
The chambers of my heart fill with blood and create a steady beat
My head becomes unclogged from the rational thinking that floods my mind
The rope around my lungs loosens as though it realizes that I am stronger than it

This is never enough to satisfy me, though
Soon, the cycle begins all over again

Only this time, my eyes water from the incessant sting if reality
My ears are deafened by cotton balls until I cannot hear a thing
Until I cannot hear myself think
However, my mind is never idle
It will find a way past all these obstacles
These workers of panic

My brain knows what to do
It's like a reprimanding mother reminding me to never give up
That I am not allowed to panic