Pause, mute, tether,
Breathe, focus, unfetter
Your thoughts with the clutter
Of the washes from the gutter
Where insults go to sing
Too loudly echo and ring.
Words are just that,
Ugly, unfocused brain splat.
You can avoid the pull
Of pain's chant and lull.
Do not let it crawl
Up your throat, brawl
With your pleasantries,
Rewrite your histories.
Relax, unclench, exhale,
Sigh, relent, inhale,
Calm air and soft soil
To soothe the blister boil.
The rules repeat, repeat
Till its claim knows defeat.
The voice lies, tells no good
It purposely is misunderstood,
And in the dark it will gloat.
So fight the panic in throat,
Focus. Reread the list
Of the kind things, insist
That each one has merit
A blessing to inherit.
Bottle the excess. Toss it out,
Pour the dread from the spout.
No need to live in the shack
Built from an anxiety attack.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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