S.O.B.

Shortness of breath due to anxietystresspressure

piling up at once, what I'm supposed to do and

what I'm expected to expect from others, see

they do as they are told.

It's getting old.

I'm overdue for oxygen and space and just 

a little time for me, myself, and I.

Instead of scheduling a break-down (who

has time for that?)  I have penciled in another plan.

Don't call me in the morning.

Don't call me in the afternoon.

In case you don't remember, I am turning off the phone

and getting in the car and driving 'til I can't remember

all the reasons I have been upset today.

And when my breathing settles, and the levels for

my oxygen and smiling have been met,

I'll get back in the car.

I'll turn the phone back on.

I'll be on time for Life's appointments.

First, however.

I'm on break, so that I don't.

(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014