Chest: breathless
Heart: pounds
Head: swimming
Where is this pressure coming from?
Breathe.
Slowly.
Head down.
Get through.
You can
do it.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Nice capture of a whole lot of intense and highly relatable sensory experience using few words ~ just about the definition of good poetry. Brava 👏
Calm comes with tranquility and that is a good thing to do.
Nice to read you.
Best regards. 🤗👏
Calms the mind during a panic attack. Thanks for the poem.