I gripped the bench tightly, holding it to the point at which it could snap. 100....97....94.....91... I let out a breath, allowing myself to expel some carbon dioxide. The river near me was flowing beautifully, and I watched every last movement to help distract me from my anxious thoughts. **Collection of poems written based on mental health and physical wellness.** **Contains sexual assault references and certain profanities**All Rights Reserved