I lie awake in bed, schooling myself to breath.
Coaching each inhalation, desperate for reprieve.
A constant state of panic, aware of every twitch.
Focused on my body, always measuring it’s pitch.
I repeat my self made mantra, everything is fine.
But it is far from honest, I am plummeting through time.
Before I had it easy, I crafted life with grace.
Now It takes such effort, just to keep the pace.
I tell myself breath easy, everything is fine.
But I know the truth is far from that, I’m running out of time.
What I would give for a moment of the peace I used to know.
Just breath I have to tell myself, breath and then let go.