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I have tipped; I have swayed
Felt the concrete on my face

I have leaned and cracked
By the pressure on my back

Still gleaming
with past ruptures
Still walking
with unhealed fractures

I have taught; I have fought
The young and the old

I have sought; I have crossed
Both whom I love and whom I scold
Are you going to give up now?

She asked me.

She didn’t really ask, as much as she was showing me

I have no other options.

Of course I wasn’t going to give up.

I am a puppet of my own violent motivation.

Steadily, repeatedly, until I die.

And you will die before you give up.

That was the message.

This is what I wake up to,

jarring and unrelenting reason.

If only I had her focus,

or her concentration.

She’s probably clicking her nails,

dulling until I stop writing.
Do not forget
The sky
And the clouds
Are magic

That our soul
Our voice
Our emotions
Are our glory

So when you, child
ask me a question
That I do not properly understand
Or my answer is meek in comparison

I will say
Daughter,
Son,
I do not know

And it is not fair
And it is your right
To seek out
The answers

Because I was not strong enough
To ask those questions myself
Or I have realized
I have accepted a truth

A truth I am not proud
To pass onto you
With your eyes so open
And your soul so pure
I panicked.

My brain attacked today.

It attacked my lungs,

Stupid sharp whistling sounds.

I looked out of control.

But I felt aware,

that I wasn’t breathing,

that I was attacking myself again.

It attacked my heart,

terrifying skipping stones in my chest.

Whipped one by one,

Muffled blows in my breast.

I panicked.

I looked out of control but I was aware,

of the guilt,

of what will drag along with me.

I can’t be freed from fault,

It’s not the way.

Because I panic;

is why I don’t relate,

is how I cleanse.

Fright being necessary,

like a dream

where you muscle tone fails you,

I was paralyzed.

My knuckles hit the laminate –

again, again, again.

But I don’t move.

Feeling my bicep twitch,

Feeling my throat raw,

My mouth wide open,

But I don’t make a sound.

Because I panic.

The power inside,

will never translate,

to the outside.

People may see flickers,

of insanity in my eyes.

They may see me tighten up.

They may seem me strain and ease.

But I will never translate.

Until it snaps,

Until I no longer attack myself.

Until I no longer panic.

Until I bellow,

Until I howl,

Until I wail,

Until I swing and connect.

Until it attacks outwardly,

Instead of inwardly.
Panic attacks are typically experienced by everyone at least once in their lifetime. They can last several minutes and can be very frightening. If you are experiencing panic attacks more often I urge you to reach out to a close friend or family member. You can seek free counselling in your community or speak to a trusted healthcare professional. For more information: http://www.anxietybc.com/resources/panic.php
Dear Heart,*
          In the past you've suffered pain
          I know that you are there again
          Wish there was something I could do
          To make it all okay

Dear Heart,
           I know that you rely on love
           And that you never have enough
           But like most everything in life
           It's easier said than done

Dear Heart,
           Want you slow down and take a breath
           If there is any of it left
           There's someone out there for everyone
           You just haven't met them yet

Dear Heart,
           I know how easily you are moved
           Over what people say and do
           Please take these simple words from me
           And hold them up as true

P.S. Dear Heart...
        *I still believe in you
I'm going to take myself to dinner
Guess you could say a date
I'll make sure to bring myself home early
I know how I hate to stay out late

I'll order off a fancy French menu
Just to try and impress myself
Cause when it is that I go out
I treat myself like no one else

I'll carry on  a great conversation
But of course underneath my breath
I don't want those at the next table
To think I'm talking to myself

I might even order off the desert menu
Though I know I'm trying to watch my weight
I'll ask for one spoon instead of two
Don't want to get too weird on this date

When the bill does come around
I won't hesitate to pick it up
And I won't rudely gasp and comment
That I think I ordered the expensive grub

I'll drive straight back to the house
Then tell myself goodnight
Saying I had the best of times
Then go inside and shut the lights
Houston,
We seem to have a problem
Love never took off
The way we were expecting

After all the flowers
And all the money spent
We never had a go
We never made a dent

Houston,
All systems have shut down
We never could get this love affair
Up off the ground

10, 9, 8
7 and then 6
That's only as far
As this countdown went

Houston,
Could we give it another try
Isn't there a back up
Could we launch this thing at night

Although a love like this
Has been in the plan for years
All it is that we have left
Is a control room full of tears

Houston,
We seem to have a problem
Love never took off
The way we were expecting
whenever i hear
that song on the radio
in the store while i'm shopping
tears sting my eyes
and i begin to cry
tears blur my vision
and i start to cry
because that song
reminds me of you
we used to listen
to that song together
even hum a few lines
so whenever i hear
that song on the radio
while i'm shopping
with my older sister
tears sting my eyes
and i give into them
the dusty sign
       in the ***** window
                         read
               paperback dreams sold cheap...

since i lost mine years ago
i stepped inside to read

            i found a book
  that held a name
          pages
dog
       eared
                     &
               torn

a binding held by
      duct tape
a cover
         clearly worn

what caught my eye
were the dreams inside

    blank     page     upon     blank      page

tear drop stained
  from
     years
  gone
     by

   disappointing      day     after     disappointing     day

i set the book
        down
        
                 on

                       the

                             floor

with the feeling...that's where it belongs

like my paper back dreams

                 i left behind
                       
                           a
                            long
                             time
                               ago
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