Breathe

I stand once again with my lungs filled with air

but my body, so weak I am no longer able to release it

Breathe.

The tears begin to roll down my cheek

and my mind spins like a carousel 

Breathe.

The shakiness begins as if it was a cold

snow filled night sending shivers down my spine 

Breathe.

The world around me seems to enclose

as if I was a present being forcefully wrapped into a gift box

Breathe.

In through my nose and out my mouth 

Breathe.

"Are you okay?" "Is everything alright?"

they say

Breathe.

The world seems to become a blur 

although my glasses are on

and I try hard to stop myself from collapsing 

onto the concrete floor

Breathe.

"This happens everytime and I don't know why."

my mind says to me

Breathe.

"You will be okay." "You will be okay."

I repeat to myself 

and at last, I can finally

Breathe.