incremental

It's taken four hours
to drink two cups of tea
make breakfast
open the windows
and hang out some washing

I spent three and half of those
breathing on the couch
watching my tea go cold
and crying in the corner
of the lounge room

The tears are like
tapping the storm inside
and letting it bleed out
in slow increments

I'm not free of
the overwhelming panic
but right now I can function
just long enough
to get something done
that does involve falling apart

I don't know how
to fix what's broken

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