The Forestry of
a Panic Disorder
The symptoms of a panic disorder are, for me, something like navigating a forest in the middle of the night, knowing that you could escape the labyrinth if only you could find the light. In equal parts vulnerable and cathartic, this slam poem explores that.
To see a performance of this piece, click the video directly following.
“I’ve started biting my lip more lately
Like the physical feeling of teeth against sensitive skin
Will somehow suffice in calming down the mind
That is ricocheting to and fro
I never used to bite my lip
I’ve always twirled my hair
Twiddled my thumbs on occasion
But I never bit my lip
It’s like somehow attaching to my own lip will teach me self-love
Teach me how to empathize with myself the way I empathize with others
Teach me how to romance myself as I do the world around me”