Panic Attack by Brenna Covelens

I want to self-isolate and stay inside.
My bed is a great place to make and hide.
Voices are buzzing in my head like bees.
Please, give me a moment to grasp some peace.

I feel too reactive; alone and distracted.
My body's off course and I'm spinning off my axis.
Do I give into my pessimistic sickness?

I've been through better.
I've been through worse.
Lord, relieve me of any nestling hurts.
I don't have the right to complain, but maybe I can vent these emotions away.

Socializing feels like a chore.
Watching my TV show feels like a bore.
I let my phone calls go to voicemail.
Sorry, world. Don't take it personally.

There's a deep echo residing in my bones.
God, fill that space with your Holy Ghost.
Please remind me your word is firm as am I with your loving words.

God, I call you out of the box I've set you in.
Cast away this panic attack, and bring the boldness of your promises back.
I tell you that I can't go on.
In return, you remind me that I am strong.
Unsure of what I'm learning, you reassure me to remain determined.

My name is Brenna Covelens, and I am twenty-six years old. I live in Northeastern Pennsylvania where I love to hike and enjoy my time outside. When hiking isn't an option, I like to read a fictional book or dive into my Bible. As a writer, I hope to express who I am while also sharing the love and truth of Jesus.