Calm
Calm is the tension between the storms
Still, silent.
Calm is the foreboding that precedes fear.
Simmering, roiling.
Calm is grey descending into black.
Creeping, encroaching.
Calm. Calm deceives.
It is anxiety resting from exhaustion. It is fear winding up another punch. It is despair that cannot be voiced. It is the stillness that comes from paralysis.
Breathe deep. Be calm.
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