beats

Sometimes it grabs you

         by the throat

 & yet 

you’re comforted

         by its grasp.

The breath 

you once took for granted 

                                    is now begging

for your attention.

You’re lifted up

&

slammed 

into

the wall.

 The impact shakes through to your 

                                                    soul. 

The fear of its power 

          capitalized your thoughts

 and still robs you of your air.

 Yet

 there is a terrifying peace. 

As if you can’t stand to inhale anymore.

Almost like you are 

begging for 

                                         full submersion 

where oxygen is not an option.

Because

then

it 

would

be

                                          simple. 

Your mind would be free 

even if your heart was the 

anchor 

prohibiting 

you 

from 

breathing. 

                    Your heart is the fist that beats you. 

It is what holds you up against the door frame

till your vision blurs.