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Downward, dipping, hopeless spiral.
Fingers gripping, no purchase.
Mind exploding, frustration, confusion.
Did I see this approaching?
Did I see this and run toward it.
Pointless, hurtful self-flagellation.
Talk to the hand now.
My hand, me, internally.
Take air in those lungs.
Suck it in as deep as it goes.
Breathe out, exhale, discharge, release.
Feel the thoughts, emotions, tears.
Evaporate. Pull the calm about you.
You’ve got this. You do. Breathe on.
©️ Juliette Turrell