Poem-dissociation

gingerly my fingers move
i’m afraid to make a sound
my body trembles and shakes
i think i’ll fall to the ground
as i type i’m aware
of anxiety and triggers
slowly it gets worse
as my body shivers
i open my mouth
but no sound comes out
vulnerable and weak
i let my breath out
try as i might
to call out for help
none comes
and i say to myself
this too shalll pass
my therapists words
i replay and replay them
as my mind starts to blurr
i start to dissociate
and my head spins
i try to remind myself
i’m safe, and its safe to feel