hurricanes in my chest

Some days exist  
in a semi content stasis
some days I wake up
and panic
 
This week has been coffee free
and full of headaches  
I wake up and can't breathe
I drink tea and try and find
small moments of freedom
between the eyes of every hurricane
ripping through my body
leaving me crippled  
and exhausted and unable to move
 
I spent yesterday in bed
relearning how to breathe
but today it seems like
I've forgotten those lessons learned  
 
Some days exist  
in a semi content stasis
some days I wake up
and panic
 
I keep fighting for better
and instead find
the drawn out hardships of yesterday
that'll bleed into tomorrow  
and the day after that  
and the one after that  
 
Some days exist  
in a semi content stasis
some days I wake up
and panic
 
I'm tired of fighting for days
that don't get better
 
© Indie Adams 2022