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Breathe


Slow,

Your mind begins to fear,

Your brain feels like it’s being sheared,

Your heart begins to flitter, as you face starts to quiver,

Fast,

You begin to breathe hastily, and your skin becomes pasty,

Fear is here taking over you, but don’t let it posses you,

Breathe,

Do not feel like you are stuck in upheaval, just breathe a little,

Keep your mind at ease, just think of the trees, 

swaying in the days breeze,

Do not fear, be a tree.

 

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