Cognitive Hope 

"Does the room seem awful quiet?" I can't hear a sound,

but the racing of my heart pound after pound

So, now I ask the question "could this be right?

Will it go away? Or, does it threaten my life?"

As my mind begins to race, I try to take breath,

"Will I be successful? Or am I close to death?"

Now my chest is getting tighter and I don't know what to do,

I have to find a way to somehow make it through!

When you can recite the thoughts of my last phrase,

I promise, very soon, you will see better days.

Ones where you can recall these questions and say,

How did I talk myself into ever feeling that way.