Panic

Anxiety is an intruder

With unparalleled power

Tailored to fuel your fears

Conjuring a history of hurt

You are outmatched

Pain in your chest

Sudden brimming tears

Little kid level sniffles

Taking a seat transforming

To a collapse on the floor

Sobs finally give way

To labored breaths

Gradually you shakily rise

Without hesitation or shame

To find your phone

Scrolling to the number

You thought you didn’t need

And call for help

By Alice Curley