Monday, September 26, 2011

sporadic panic attacks

the sound of my thoughts
reverberates from too much
to not enough

of unidentifiable unquantifiable entities of substances feelings.

to be human is to be flawed.

I don't know what I want from a man
when my chest closes up

like the gates to the life are shutting me out.
I can't function for a short time. Do I want him to buy me flowers?
Would that really make a difference?

Sometimes I think maybe
the gravity of the situation needs to be affirmed by another
so I don't feel crazy when I can't breathe
over some stupid missed assignment,
or saying the wrong thing to somebody's parent.

Although I rarely get this way anymore,
when I do, I am grasping for something
into thin air,
my shaking fragile hand left unsatisfied.

1 comment:

  1. Certainly reminds me of the panic attacks I have given myself. You re tottally right that having another to affirm the situation is so pivotal. I think this necessity is what reinforces relationships.... Reaffirmations and reassurances. This was really a close to home read for myself. Your right to be human is to be flawed. But To be flawed is to be unique. I find beauty in the uniqueness of life :)

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