Breathing

Suffocating.

My chest tightening,

My mouth drying,

My hands shaking,

My heart in my ears - pounding,

But I am not even running.

I am standing here, in front of everyone.

 

Suffocating.

I am supposed to be speaking,

But my thoughts are disappearing,

Why is this so humiliating?

My face is burning.

Everyone is staring.

Still, I am standing here, in front of everyone.

 

Suffocation.

Maybe have someone with me in collaboration.

Or have a visual aid for distraction.

I need some way to divert their attention.

I am at a point of desperation.

Everyone says it’s just a presentation.

But I am standing here, in front of everyone.

 

Suffocation.

I can’t avoid it, was my realization.

I will face it with determination.

They said, use your nerves as inspiration.

I force myself to do more; to condition.

Now I am on stage, feeling liberation!

I am here, standing in front of everyone!

 

Suffocation.

No longer controlling.

No longer restraining.

Now I am receiving recognition.

Now there is grand pandemonium!

I am here. Standing. In front of everyone.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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