Marathon

And quite often
I’d get these Pangs in the middle of the night
My Chest would tighten &
my Heart would stop beating at a normal rate.

The pace would increase,
A lump in my throat would form,
And I’d feel my Stomach drop.

A cycle
that I kept spinning
Without knowing if there’d ever be assurance that
I’d still be myself when the sun rose again.

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