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Writer's pictureSam John

Panic

Panic…


My heart stops…

And worries.

And wonders.

And rehashes…


Pulls back the curtain on my wall of memories dictated by that one word. Panic…


Seeing her again.

Wanting to step out into the traffic outside my dorm.

Wondering why I’ll never feel like I’m enough.


Breath racing.

Heart rate rising.

Worries compounding.

And then I breathe.

And I find peace.

I find hope.

I find my cabin.

Just as I left it.


My safe place in every storm and the one place panic will never be welcome.

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