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One Step At A Time

heart races
palms start to sweat
as you bring me
to my knees
hoping somebody
can hear me whisper
"save me"

the room is closing in
wish my guardian angel
paid house visits
at four in the morning

in the back of my head
my shrink’s speech on
taking deep breaths
seems a steady course

not tonight. I want to speak
yes you heard correctly
i want to chat with fear

i bet you think
i have a death wish
not really, just thought
we should settle our differences

yes, the pill on my nightstand
is a practical option
no, I must meet this maestro
who makes grown men
fall to their knees
hoping they are spared
from his mighty wrath

i want to meet this monster
and calmly say thank you
for chasing me
in the streets of my mind

showing me that my hero
is not the milligrams
or the pity parties

no, my strength is
the tears and the pen
that scream stand up
and smile at any cost
piss off silence
make fear into
a stairwell
as I take
one step at a time

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I think the actual structure of this well imparts the thought most people have late at night. Only one suggestion :last 2 lines of 1st stanza. I'd move whisper to the end of the line above it. It might hurt the vertical form but it will help the flow and clarify the meaning

"I want to meet this monster and calmly say; Thank you for chasing me through the streets of my mind." Sounds like something 'Killer' would say to his therapist; [if he had one]. Glad I got to see this one. ~ Geez.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

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