A panic attack has a way of creeping up on you At the start of one, you always think to yourself "No this can't be happening" Much like the feeling you get before you Throw Up The heat comes on so strong and forceful Your internal fire, dead set on burning you from the core out You hadn't noticed because your knees just buckled and you went numb The tremors you feel them in your fingers To your shoulders To your tounge Hyperventilating The extra oxygen Feeds the flames
Once, With the help from a Brittle Lake I was able to prevent this state
Seven bucks to rent a kayak I sliced into the lake I paddled and paddled and paddled My arms were introduced to a new kind of fire A blue cleansing flame Take a break and drift Listen Breath Lament Paddle Feel the warmth of the sun on your face Paddling again, now it's the breeze and spray A smile creeped upon my face At Lake Brittle I was able to keep the panic at bay