Breathe
Just breathe
Stand tall feet strong body still
Tingles vibrate along fingers.
Small moments of static, messages exchanged.
Hands flutter, twitch.
Heart
Heart beat
Speeding, racing, careering.
Breathe
Just breathe
Seek calm.
Look inside, inhale.
Breathe slow.
Breath cold and jagged.
Fingers skim the floor, searching for silence
Find none
Textures come and go, appealing to the brain.
Just slow down.
Stop
Eyes scan restlessly through closed eyelids
Guilt flickers past
Acknowledge and relinquish
Replace scenes with colour
Breathe the fresh green light
Force it through the body
Reach muscle pathways
End the restless drive
Find peace with place
Slow heart
Open mind
Stillness
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Myrtle McLoughlin
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