Last night he spent awhile sleeping next to me
waking me with jerking limbs
and fear in his voice
more than once
dreaming
What did you dream?
I asked in the morning
One hundred monsters
one hundred tornadoes
one hundred hurricanes...
.....
A young woman with
too many kids
and not enough help
calls the crisis line
routinely at midnight
in a panic:
hyperventilating,
tightness in her chest,
dread without a source,
certain she's going to die
Where does anxiety come from?
and you search the darkness for an answer
to give her that might help
and say something like
it's depression's twin
which doesn't help
and only gives her another illness
to worry about
you want to tell her
anxiety comes from believing
that you are just too small
to handle the enormity
of all that you are dealing with
combined with all that's still to come
instead you tell her to exhale fully
and take a big, slow breath
slowly out
slowly in
slow your breathing down
and your heart will slow down too
focus only on the next breath
just the next step
she says thank you and hangs up
and then in the darkness
you find sleep has slipped
out of the room
and you try to focus on
breathing the next one
slowly
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