Breathe

Fri, 10/23/2015 - 23:49 -- kb97

Stop.

Close your eyes.

Count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. . . 

Breathe.

 

Rinse and repeat

Until your heart is no longer

Trying to beat out of your chest.

 

Until you aren't suffocating,

And your shaking hands are still.

 

Until you know that it's not real,

 

You aren't there.

Not anymore.

 

Easier said than done

When your thoughts won't stop and you're back in that place.

But what else can you do, except

 

Breathe.

Count 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. . .

Open your eyes

And move on.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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kb97

I posted this last night (or technically this morning I guess) and it accidentally posted twice, but when I went to look at them to see which copy had more views or whatever I realized that it was redirecting me to some other site for some reason. So here it is again and hopefully it will work this time.

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