Fear grips me

Panic rises
I feel afraid
gulping in air
I try to breathe
In, and out
I try to slow my breaths
The night is smothering me
The dark all consuming
Fear grips me
Penetrates every fibre of my being
Gulping in lung fulls of air
The dizziness I feel
Slowly disapates
And I count down the hours
Until the morning light comes
And a new day begins

http://fivedotoh.com/2021/04/01/fowc-with-fandango-air/

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

Talk to me! I love comments!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.