Overstimulated Subconscious

Not random,

Just to throw a tantrum.

They beckon; they come,

Come to the surface and overcome.

“Listen to me, for I am a messenger,

Here to warn you about perceived danger.”

Dangerous places; dangerous people,

More aggressively when you are feeble.

Like a watchdog doing an extraordinary job,

Or a surveillance camera sensitive to a spider’s walk.

A smoke detector that chirps, “fire, fire,” when batteries are low,

And yet there is no fire found to overthrow.

Panic attacks us randomly and out of the blue,

Our conscious minds think this is absolutely true.

Yet, subconsciously danger has been perceived,

System alerted, should we stay or should we leave.

Panic is a result of our natural fight or flight response,

Different response to every circumstance.

Like the floundering soul drowning in the sea,

It wants to guide us to the shore where safe we will be.

Though easier said and maybe never done,

Try not to hate on the panic that has overrun.

Overrun your life with fear and dread,

Dread that it will usher us to our deathbed.

Though out of control we may entirely feel,

Let’s try not to hate the panicked part that needs to heal.

Heal from being on constant high alert,

Heal from some trauma that it wants to avert.