Stress hooks its claws into the brain
creating false truths and unreal realities
to confuse, to assault, to breaking point
There's no refuge in the past or future
The only answer? Breathe.
When thoughts spiral out of control
like a jet plane on a fatal collision course
there's no respite and no saving grace.
When even sleep becomes a banned destination,
look to the place of salvation. Breathe.
Anxiety can build and surge in a flood
overwhelming rational ideas and calm.
Depression throws its hooks into the mind
and drags thoughts into the mud.
The perfect antidote? Breathe.
Focus. Not on the unchangeable past or on the unknown mist of the future
but on the now. The moment. Your breath.
Let it bring the calm that's desperately needed.
The final answer? Breathe.
Alistair HMP Dumfreis