Not Built to Stay

They say it’s all in my head.

Yet I walk through quiet dread.

If only I could name the fear,

With shaky hands, shame so near.

My heart rate begins to quicken.

The air around me starts to thicken.

Muscles tighten, spine on guard,

Spiral pitfalls pulling hard.

Gloom and doom, make more room.

Misery blooms company in this tomb.

My mind claws to make sense of it all,

But stumbles first through panic’s fall.

Fog rolls in with a tonal shift.

Thoughts begin to blur and drift.

“Gone, gone,” echoes through this space.

“Done, done,” with sweat upon my face.

A moment of clarity begins to form.

Maybe… I can just weather the storm.

Even as dread continues to bloom,

I ask: can I take this out of my room?

The air feels just a little lighter now.

Fear still lingers, but eases my brow.

This storm was never built to stay,

I was never meant to hold all this at bay.

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