before I am consumed
anxiety has risenit crept up like a thief
and has anchored
in the pit of me
I am fumbling stones
slate to fire
burning up inside
I search for colors
to bring tranquility back
I conjure pictured beauty
behind my eyes
slow my breathing
to match my heart
I must slip away
out the back door
before I am consumed
by inflamed nerves
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