My mind started racing thinking pacing all the things I could have done should have done but did not do all of it piled and piled up until
Run
ning
out
away
any
where
else
from
here
and
the
breath
escapes
me
and
I'm
left
gasp
ing
and
cry
ing.
I had forgotten that sensation. Exasperation. I lay
on the couch, on the floor, on my bed
for hours
Until now
After having finally done
what I said I would
at least one task
is complete
until tomorrow...
but I did one thing
so there is that
when I thought I couldn't do anything
there's one.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ran out of a public place to have a panic attack today First one in a good long time
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Comments3
All things must have a beginning and if you can count one that is a start. Well done
Yep! Thank you!
Most welcome
The first success is the start -"I can, I know I can - I've just done it!"
The poem highlights the problem, but the evidence is there...
It's true; there's momentum now.
🥷, I’ve been in that space…where everything stacks up until it’s too much and you just shut down. And then…one small thing gets done, and somehow that matters. This brought that feeling right back. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks! Yesterday was a rough go, but the sun sets.
Most welcome, my friend. Yes, it does. Sorry it was a rough go, my friend. I am in a rough go of a season, and yes...the sun does set. Praise God for small blessings, right? Keeping you in my prayers. Glad were in this mess together...poetry rocks, right?
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