Panic Attacked

How can you be living if you’re not alive?

Or if you’re just living to survive

Too scared to cross the line, you hide

Never leave the house without a bottle at your side.

 

It could hit you any time any place

The black dots dizzy, flat on your face

Can’t breathe can’t see heart race

Another attack another basket case.

 

But I couldn’t live dead anymore

Life is for living, even on the floor

Life is for opening every door

I remembered I’m here not here to fall but soar.

 

I learned I’m stronger than I first thought

I learned peace of mind is found, not bought

I learned I would’ve won if I’d just fought

It’s okay to feel and feel a lot.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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