Just breathe

You look confused, eyes tangled
in bewilderment, unsure what comes 
next. Flustered words slowly swim
upstream, tangled in the waterweeds
and obscuring the direction 
of the current sweeping 
your feet out from underneath.

Breathe. Collect your thoughts — they are
but two-cent pieces taking 
up space in a piggy bank you had
hoped fattened by now, or full enough
at least for the both of us.
I’ll be here when you’re ready.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for the dVerse Poets Pub challenge: Meet the Bar by changing your perspective. This was an interesting exercise in which I imaged giving myself the advice to think it through before speaking. There’s no rush, and speeding through a problem can only cause more problems. Good advice I often forget.