Rowan Aderyn

I lie awake in bed, schooling myself to breath.

Coaching each inhalation, desperate for reprieve.

A constant state of panic, aware of every twitch.

Focused on my body, always measuring it’s pitch.

I repeat my self made mantra, everything is fine.

But it is far from honest, I am plummeting through time.

Before I had it easy, I crafted life with grace.

Now It takes such effort, just to keep the pace.

I tell myself breath easy, everything is fine.

But I know the truth is far from that, I’m running out of time.

What I would give for a moment of the peace I used to know.

Just breath I have to tell myself, breath and then let go.