Part 1: A Pounding Heart

Woke me up with a start

Fifteen after six on a Sunday

On an early morning in May

My breath matched the beat

I lied flat on my sheets

Just breathed. Wait. You’re okay.

The intake of air calmly slowed

My lungs and my mind

Attempted to calm the racing rate

But to no avail; I rose up

Twenty-seventh year of life

Unsteadiness began to run rife

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