Been there and back but the panic attacks clap with the sound of deep thunder and return with the whiplash of a well-thrown boomerang,
Random and abrupt these emotions emerge, the flood’s surge suffocates, a work-stoppage in my mind and I’m unable to produce words
Energy sparks like a super saiyan transformation, but all the wild hair and screaming is on the inside,
‘Alive and well’ turns to a silent hell at the blink of an eye’s notice,
The day’s events’ recap just kindles the flames, stimulating the flight/fight response, my
Heart rate goes off the charts, looking just
like this poem, when you rotate your screen 90 degrees to the left –
Engaged in a battle with the heavy, inner winds, but I win all these bouts when I just follow the first letter of every line, and remember to breathe. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 