My true home

Gasping for air,
You wake up struggling.
Caught, again it seems,
In your mindless fumbling.

Sprinting, racing, inevitably tripping,
Your jaw unhinges, heart furiously twitches.
For a moment, you stop and cower
In both awe and terror of your mind’s power.

Then, miraculously, you manage to recall
A place ever so calm, quiet and warm.
Each mindful inhale knocks on the door
Of that inner abode your soul seeks to explore.