Coffee Shop Sessions

The very machine that gives life
could easily take mine away

The piercing from exhaustion
punctures my living, my breathing

Every bodily function is affected
as I reach my hand towards the pulsing and thumping
racing through my chest

I don’t want this to be how I end
I can’t let them see me this way
I hold on tight to life as my chest tightens

I sit,
I breathe,
and I let it pass

For this too shall pass