Panic Attack by Joan

My hearing dims; My vision skews. All color morphs to grays and blues. My throat closes; My hands clench too My chest is tight. What can I do? I flush hot. My face turns red. Then chills run through my limbs instead. No! Not now! Life’s so hard. I want to fight with no holds...

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Joan
Joan

Daughter, sister, cousin, wife, mother, aunt, grandmother. Lover of God and creation, artist, writer, teacher, philosopher, pilgrim.

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