The Panic Ends
The Panic Ends
...when you go into the silence.
I was alone at home
during my first panic attack.
Instinctively I took my pulse,
placing two fingers on my neck
so I could feel my heart racing.
For the next two years
I would check my pulse often,
desperately needing to confirm
my heartbeat had slowed.
During this period of my life
I kept quiet vigil with the darkness,
and would gladly listen to anyone
who might lovingly assure me
everything that had happened
was relevant to my life.
When I finally saw
a light break on the horizon,
my heart returned to a steady beat.
And somehow I knew to keep still,
letting go of what I thought
remained to be done.
Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.
~ Rumi
