Broken Lungs
Voices swirl around my head
The need to escape suffocates me
Trying to take air in but feel instead my lungs collapsing
I need to move
Need to stop the panic that is rising
I can’t leave it will draw too much attention
It gets to the point where the noises smother me making it hard to focus
I need to find a way to stop all the noise but it’s impossible
But now as I write I feel my emotions calming down
I don’t feel the need to block the birds chirping
The winds whispering
I am at peace walking in a beautiful bliss
I am no longer trapped in the confinement
My lungs take in the crisp winter air and exhale with relief
I am no longer afraid of suffocating
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