You didn’t believe me.
You said I was okay,
You said I was “healthy.”
You said my heart was just falling asleep
Hearts aren’t meant to fall asleep—
They are meant to coo at the sound of a lover’s voice,
to fight irrational battles against the mind,
to pound on their cages with an undying need for attention,
You said I just needed to slow down and catch my breath
Breath is not meant to escape—-
It is meant to enliven the lungs with a minty, cooling sensation,
to sweet talk the air and lure it inside,
to keep pace and ease the running thoughts,
to follow a pattern. Consistently.
The day I learned that you were wrong,
I met Relief.
My heart still palpitates,
and my breath still escapes
My vision still imagines worlds foreign to Reality,
and my body still worships Panic’s constant attacks
My mind still chases the circles my thoughts have shaped themselves into,
and my hands still shiver at any false prediction of Fear’s arrival
I met Relief,
And he and I have become lifelong friends.
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