My thoughts are crowded tonight;
I can see the shadows
Framing in my current reality:
But I know I will make it through.
Overwhelming evidence
Tells me the ship is sinking;
(Or am I being hypersensitive?)
I can add and subtract--
Something's got to give.
Can I afford to ignore this,
With a one-day-at-a-time mentality?
(Will this get better in time?)
I must make it through;
There is no other option.
I close my eyes and summon faith,
From the depths of my soul:
It must approach subtley,
For I cannot hear it now--
Is it on its way, then?
I choose to exhale now,
Realizing I've been holding my breath
(In every way a person can)
Counting one to ten, again and again.
I must survive this storn.
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