Panic Attacks

My heart is racing

My chest is tight

I’m feeling spacey

I’m not alright

 

My feet are wobbly

I can not stand

I can’t think straight

Got shaky hands

 

Can’t do the things I normally could do

Can’t cross the street

Can’t tie my shoe

 

My voice is slurred

My vision is blurred

I am consumed by worry

For my safety

 

Wish I was alone

In my safety zone

Where no one could see me

I’m feeling dizzy

 

I hate when this occurs

These blurs and slurs

Now in everyday chores it is my fear

That anxiety should appear

 

I’m praying for a breakthrough

I need to break free

From this stronghold that keeps me in captivity

 

His Word:

7 For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.

2 Timothy 1:7 NIV

 

 

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