Comfort in the Bathroom Stall

When panic stuck and washed over my body,

I hid.

Behind the dark plastic stall door,

I found comfort.

No one could hear me as I sobbed,

No one could see the tears streak my face.

As I clutched my twisted stomach,

While my lungs pulled for air,

I was locked safely away.

Four months later,

I have strength to not hide,

I am free from my panic.

As I stand before the stall where I found refuge,

I feel the strength of my spirit,

I am healing.

It feels freeing to be able to see my place of refuge,

When I am panic free and strong,

I rejoice!