Blood pumping, heart racing
Nerves jumping, mind's now facing
What's real, what's not,
Open eyes, whatcha spot?
Ugly truth, pretty sight?

These aren't the little wonders,
The little moments of life;
This is anxiety, the memories that stick,
The good, the bad; plain, simple life,
Up above the surface,
Hanging over your head.

This just might be your very last breath.

But you have to let go.

Just.
Breathe.