the panic is part of me
we cannot be parted
and to lose a part of me
would be a tragedy
I could not stand to see
though the panic hurts
grabs my neck in her fist
turns her knuckles white with effort
though she hacks at my hands
until they are no good to hold
though panic strangles me
tangles me
in uncertainty
and forgets all aspects of logic
I cannot bring myself to let go
she needs me
to feel safe, the panic
must be shared
frustration poured onto a vessel,
my body
a place to feel the pain
until I can use it again
for something other than rain
panic is part of me
and I admit, some days
I do want to let go
but she has shown me
how I can grow
and there is no friend i know
that holds me so tight
perhaps, some day
she will find that
everything is alright
and move on
until then
I will let her contribute
lyrics to my song.
23:15pm – 03/10/25.
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Author:
Chloe S (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 5th, 2025 05:25
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Panic is a defence mechanism, so you need it.
But when panic becomes a life mechanism, it can be destructive.
At the moment, you're both on a journey.
all part of the learning process 🙂 thank you for reading!
A unique approach to what many see as an enemy. To make one's enemy one's friend is a most useful tactic of war. Lovely
thank you so much!
Most welcome
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