Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

breathing

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

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why is it so hard to breathe

I can’t breathe

I try to draw air into my lungs

nothing happens no air no air

my lung are locked frozen

you used up my share of air

with your angry sizzling words

anger has sucked the oxygen

right out of this room

this is wrong so wrong

please be quiet please

please let me breathe

I gasp and gasp and gasp

The questions begin.

What is wrong with you?

Why are you so upset?

What the f— did I do?

my tears are flowing

no shortage of water

wrapping my arms

so tight around myself

I almost feel my ribs crack

I am having a panic attack

croaks from my throat

the attempt to speak

unlocks my lungs

air roughly forces its way in

it hurts as I choke it back out

broken lungs broken spirit

satisfied with my answer

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