Panic Attack 2

I haven’t even started yet.
My confidence is sweating out.
I’ve handled bigger things. And worse.
So, what am I so scared about?

I’m smart enough. I’m strong enough.
I’m quite enough to take this role.
Then, why my echoes laugh at me?
And, why so vacuous my soul?

I’ve learned to breathe. I better do.
I’ve learned to focus. Better do.
I’ve learned to calm the voices down.
I better calm my panic too.

I’ve got this. Nice and easy now.
It’s just a minor change in life.
I’ll flourish in this madness too.
It’s going to be quite alright.

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