A maelstrom of whirling to do lists collide with an insomnia soaked mind. Tension intertwines with sinew.  The undertow of anxiety pulls her into a vortex.  She struggles to the surface and screams for rescue.  Helping hands reach out.  Frantic, she grasps them, but her grip loosens, slips and she goes deeper.  Finally, she surrenders.  Relaxes.  Accepts.  Her mind stills.  Rational thought returns.  Perspective.  She swims back up and drags herself onto dry ground.


As published on Paragraph Planet, 14 March 2018.


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