Broken Symphonies

quiet.

the noise is a woodpecker drilling into
the tree that is my mind
i can't think
i can't feel
i can't breathe
i have to get out of here
i'm going to lose my mind.
so i run
the only sound is my ragged breath
as my lungs open and the fog clears from my mind
i look up and see stars
locating my favorite constellations
my heartbeat slows
no longer thumping in my cheeks like a drum
i close my eyes
grounding myself
i will not float away tonight.
quiet surrounds me
i am wrapped in its comforting embrace
brought to a state of serenity
i am calm
it is quiet.