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The rise and fall of my panting chest

Panics, frustrates.



I try to control the distress.

I fail.



My breathing accelerates,

I have no control.



I try to calm it.

I fail.



A commotion,

Blood rushes,

Fists tightened,

Under lock and key.



I stiffen,

Although my breathing doesn’t surrender.

The battle with my torment

Isn’t won yet.



The room spins,

Sanity in a whirlpool,

A vortex.

My body can’t relax

‘Til it’s over.



The gasping decreases

Only after much persuasion

I’m exhausted.



I try to resist the fatigue

I fail.



Sleep washes over me

A welcome relief from my panic.



I may have won the battle,

But I haven’t won the war.