Panic

the edges of my vision waver slightly
pressure builds outside upon my chest
my world is so much heavier than it used to be
my eyes close as I try to ride the tide of fear
breathe deep, divert the attention,
detatch from the body for a few
and slowly it subsides
receding just as mysteriously as it arrived
leaving me exhausted and weakened.

Or is it that I am stronger for surviving?