Rise in the morning, to know something is wrong.
Enter class to see blurs of movement and shades.
A panicked breath and a step back.
It is too late.
A beast compresses my lungs, my breath is fire.
I can’t breathe, except I do.
Shallow breathes of terror.
In and out too fast.
They tell me I will see darkness.
A monster pumps my heart faster.
It should give out, except it doesn’t.
The faster it races the more they worry.
They tell me I will go to sleep.
A demon sets the air on fire.
I should suffocate, except I don’t.
Breathing becomes a labour.
They tell me I will fail.
To destroy the devils I must be calm.
I must ground myself to the real.
A hot tear runs down my cheek.
Something to focus on.
Feeling the warmth, and the salt on my cheek.
The monsters fade.
I am alone again, and I am safe.
I have to go back to where the monsters found me.
I must be strong.
To push through the fear, the anxiety.
For I will always rise again.