The moment drowns out the noises,
Even as the colours fade to from the background.
You’re just left in the cold darkness
Staring into space,
Your heartbeat keeping you company.
It’s louder than usual.
Forcefully going through the motions of life,
That you’re out of breath from the reality of it.
Your lungs are working overtime to compensate.
There isn’t enough oxygen through your nostrils,
So you open your mouth for assistance.
You hear a faraway sound say
“You’ll be alright”
But as if on cue,
Your heart ups the ante and calls the bluff.
Your fingers wrap tightly around the first thing it can grip,
Your eyes get wider and colour comes rushing back into view.
Everything shines with a glare that mocks you with the opposite statement.
“You’re not going to be alright”
You shut your eyes to blind yourself to the accusations.
You ululate in your mind to block the echoes reinforcing the statement.
It’s like you’ve been dropped in the ocean.
So you sink to the deepest parts,
Your arms flailing in slow motion as you attempt to swim to the top.
But you’re failing.
The darkness has come to claim you.
Then you feel a warmth,
A light breaking through the fog of cloud numbing your external senses.
It pulls you up,
Slowly as you escape the maw of the beast about to consume you.
You hear a voice, calm and soothing.
It repeats one word that widens your nostrils and calms your nerves.
Your body complies as if on command,
And your heart relents its force on your veins.
The world returns into focus.
So you breathe. Slowly, as you try to regain control of yourself.
So you breathe.