Wind
I need air. There’s an elephant on my chest. Rooms are closing in on me. The pressure is real. Drives me to a state of panic. . So I open doors. I also open the windows. I walk outside to feel some breeze. Remind myself I’m alive as I suffocate. As tears try to escape and I choke. . I hug myself. As nobody else is there. I let the wind embrace me as a friend. Asking to…











