I lay here on my floor
The world spinning around me
Nothing will stop.
My hands on my stomach,
I remind myself
In and out
I feel each breath...
But nothing changes
Life still moves to quickly...
It leaves me breathless.
If I don't remember I know I will stop.
Breath
In and out
In and out
Still everything is spinning
I close my eyes
Concentrate on nothing more than the air filling my lungs
Breathing in and out.
Slowly, very slowly
Things seem to stop...
The spinning becomes less and less
I can move again,
Though I dare not,
Life may push me down again
I can be OK...
If i just remember to breath
In and out.
A contest entry
- ~Breathe~ by Nakatrea.
700 points, ended November 18, 15 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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a like the positive self talk.
its something i need to work on since i have issues breathing sometimes when i have mild panic attacks.
nicely done
i would just suggest breaking up the block of text
stanzas are your best friend
thanks for entering
Kat -
I can relate to this poem. It happens to me alot more than I would like. I like how you laid out your emotions onto the table as they are, not sugar-coated and sweet. I hope you post more, because I enjoy reading your stuff.




