Panic

With eyes closed I stand still

I let the water fall to my hands

It’s warmth is the first thing I notice

The steam in my lungs as I breathe deeply

The tickle of each stream as it hits my skin

The way it pools in my palms before it snakes around my fingers

My heartbeat slowed, I open my eyes

Letting out a sigh…

Is this relief?

Or am I still standing on the edge waiting for that hand to wrench me back down into the spiral?

~A