What My Panic Attacks Feel Like

There is a spirit sitting on my chest

That enjoys reminding me 

I am powerless 

I begin to lose my breath

And experience feelings of past colliding with future 

Each muscle holds a feeling of pain

Knotting into a militia 

I am stuck inside my body

With weapons turned inward

There is a war against myself 

The spirit reminds me, 

I am powerless

Prickling jabs attack my skin

I am paralyzed by the overwhelming odds against me

It’s 6:55 AM. 

I put on my thickest wool jacket, 

And go on my way. 

Knowing there are more battles ahead. 

 

-      Jessi 

 
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